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.