Folks just don\'t understand
The feelings of others--
We think we are entitled to everything
Not knowing the consequences
Of our actions
And it\'s such a pity knowing
That I am a human being
Caught up in the midst of this petty storm...
O bells are ringing,
But which one is near?
For people\'s pettiness kills me
For people are entitled flowers
Looking for desperate weeds,
O kill me please
For I am a desperate weed;
Your sadness is fake
And your presence is not sincere--
And all you petty people, listen to me
For you are an entitled cockroach
Crawling up desperate walls,
And these desperate halls...
Why don\'t you hear me shout?
For this world is better off without all of us--
To hell with you all,
For we are all petty people
Living in a distant world,
How do you feel
Being the bully now?
There are days when I try to hide my heart
From the world,
For it is so hard to live
Sometimes...
And sometimes I hide my heart from the world
Because it is already broken
This reckless power that I have
Has turned into stone,
For I need to be a stone in this world
To be strong;
And what is within a stone
To make me strong?
It is an unbearable mind.
In random thoughts,
I find my faith in the Lord;
For the Lord carries me
Even when I\'m sleep,
For eternal sleep
Is the ideal dream
I find myself alone,
Alone in the dark with the boogeyman
For the boogeyman is nice
She gives me roses,
And roses are in the deep
When they\'re sleep.