Nevermind

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