Ever since my heart pounded for the last time
Ever since I forced a laughter for the last time
Ever since I fakely cried for the last time
My world is dead
As dead as the revolving world
As cold as the summer wind
The daredevil dare to speak
It says, "Would it kill you if I do?"
Taken away far, oh so far
From the vast prairie I used to call home
From the warm valley I used to lay on
From the heart I used to hide in
Gauche noises deafened my precocious hearing
I tried to fly, I got shot down
I tried to swim, I got tied down
I tried to see, I got blinded by the stares
World, oh my mean world
In a mean, mean burrow of mean people
Hearing mean, oh mean hissings and noises
Should I be as mean as those?
In order to live the mean life?