For I don\'t want to see the world in turmoil
I can\'t survive without my mother
I feel sorrow for one\'s eyes
When they can\'t hide the pain
For I am a dying breed, a noble seed
Some people say I am too nice
To be in this world,
Well why can\'t I be nice to myself?
For sorrow is caused by devastation
Think of a house with no walls
For without walls, there is no house
I feel my existence closing the door
And my ashes are scattered upon the narcissists
Well who\'s being nice now, huh?