Lanza

How come he doesn’t move his gaze
I think he’d stare at me for days
Should I get off at the next stop
It’s not the part of town I want
He’s looking at me awfully strange
There’s not an empty seat to change
He’s probably got a kid my age
Looks like he makes a worker’s wage
A girl can’t leave her house these days
And not feel like she’s on display
Why does he look at me like that
Must be a christian-democrat
I’d get off here but where’d I go?
This train is moving much too slow
How come he doesn’t move his gaze
I think he’d stare at me for days
Should I be forced to wear a mask?
And dress up in a garbage bag
Why should I? it isn’t fair
It shouldn’t matter what I wear