100wt

I wear,
You down,
I walk into the room,
And it gets much colder.

Each limb's,
A tonne,
Then my hundredweight head,
And I sink through the carpet.

I am sunk,
So low.

What's the matter with you?
You wear your monday morning face, I know,
You think i'm a waste of your time, hello,
I'm no-one you'd want to meet.

I grind you down,
I walk into the room,
And it gets much darker.

Each limb's,
A tonne,
Then my hundredweight head,
And I sink through the carpet.

I am sunk,
So low.

What's the matter with you?
You wear your monday morning face, I know,
You think i'm a waste of your time, hello,
I'm no-one you'd want to meet.