Stuff - The Bates
She is feeling so lonely
With this pain in her head
She is wearing straight
She 'd like to be dead
Help
Why doesn't anybody help her
Why doesn't anybody free her
She can't stand it anymore
She knows
The stuff dreams are made of
She can't get enough
Of what dreams are made of
And the pills did not help her
She needs harder stuff
She want's it so badly
She can't get enough
Love
Why doesn't anybody love her
Why doesn't anybody free her
There is only one cure
She knows
The stuff dreams are made of
She can't get enough
Of what dreams are made of
She knows
The stuff dreams are made of
She can't get enough
Of what dreams are made of
She is feeling so lonely
With this pain in her head
She is wearing straight
She'd like to be dead
Help
Why doesn't anybody help her
Why doesn't anybody free her
She can't stand it anymore
She knows
The stuff dreams are made of
She can't get enough
Of what dreams are made of
