Zero
This is a story of a zero
Who is waiting to be a hero
His tongue is sharp and noisy
And hands are stark and lazy
He waits for others to do something
And criticise them as they done nothing
He can scoff one in others presence
It is his way to show existence
This is a story of a zero
Who still believes he will be a hero
Who is waiting to be a hero
His tongue is sharp and noisy
And hands are stark and lazy
He waits for others to do something
And criticise them as they done nothing
He can scoff one in others presence
It is his way to show existence
This is a story of a zero
Who still believes he will be a hero