Every minute is different I don't know why
These people in my head waving good by
I cry I don't know why
but these people don't stop waving good by
Those selfish people they are
Those people souring my mind so fare
I try not to think about it I try so hard
How much longer must I hold up my guard
They die they die not thinking about me
they wave good by so happily
I cry I cry don't know what to do
They die they die they don't even think it though
leaving me by myself in a shadow
They are curst in death
I try so hard I don't see
They drop like flies will they go to heaven
No one know no one tells me.