Can we sometimes feel the pressure from others
When others feel they don\'t need us anymore?
Well I know that people don\'t need me
For I am just a burden to them
Well maybe I can fly a kite
And get the hell out of this city
For people are vicious
Like a flower stuck in traffic...
For what is a flower doing in traffic anyway?
Well my love is a reaching end
No one cares about a shining star
Especially when that shining star is me
How far shall I walk
To get to a dead end?
For seagulls flock to loser\'s hill;
How high is that hill
And can I stay there?
For money is no object
When you have none
And well, what can I say?
I\'m a loser
And I am proud of it
For I am on my own now
Who can hurt me?