Oh pain, how they speak of it
the joy, yes, they seek of it
always walking the same route
fall on in, fall on out
I guess she's a mindtrip
couldn't understand any of it
her words make me smile
(if only for a while)
for I seek deeper meaning
of this pain that she's seeing
Such a sorrowful little puppet
the feelings she'll forget
if she'll look past her own nose
and realise how life goes
you give and you get
walk in the rain, get wet
simple are the meanings
If you'll only start believing
that you aren't the only one here
I'll see you at the end, dear.