My dear, it isn't all gore and blood in the real world
Not only knives and guns hidden under the pillow
Not only crying kids
And crying moms
And whimpering dogs cause they know something's wrong
Somewhere there's happy people
And hugs for free
Don't have to bundle up to hide what's underneath
Cause darling, there's nothing under their long sleeves
I'll try to find that place
But wish me luck, cause I haven't had none
I'll be running through the backyards
Rooting for your freedom