She is happy when she is all alone

She's not that hyperactive

No, she don't need the phone tonight

No, she'd rather stay inside



How she worries, just like the most of us

About something real stupid

And when it really gets her down

You don't see her much around

How can I hope I'll get ready to cope with the world

I'm having trouble just believing one day this world will be gone

So what's the good about achieving



She is happy when she is left alone

She's way to independent, no she don't need to see the light

She is high as a satellite



How can I hope I get ready to cope with the world

I'm having trouble just believing one day this world will be gone

So what's the good about achieving, believing