I don’t mind, I nevermind.
That the waking world ignores me.
It makes me feel invisible.
So the bullets pass right through me. Bang
I fly high, I never fall.
No safety net supports me.
I’m sick of slipping down low.
And weeping while I’m down there.
I need no sympathy,
no comical disguise.
I see no reality,
forcing me into a smile.
I stand fast, I never flinch.
I never tire of waiting.
But if I’m living year on year,
What’s the point of waiting?
I need no sympathy,
no comical disguise.
I see no reality,
forcing me into a smile.
I don’t mind, I nevermind.
Those cotton-gloved assassins.
Rejoicing with invented friends.
They never pull their punches.
I need no sympathy,
no comical disguise.
I see no depravity,
extracting the glint from my eye.
Lyrics by John Berry