You know well nobody loves
u & it would happen to u
You're afraid to go near but already
it would be much long time
still u are higher than in the air
still Misfortune seems to be away
Looking down on everything u'd like
to be is being out of touch with reality
Round Round Round
Round ur own false Utopia looks
wretched that anyone can't help u
Round ur own true Utopia looks
stupid that anyone can't help u
A Mad Maid