Maybe we think we're too kind,
Watching improvements and we're still blind,
Keep saying we can't do things,
And yet we're still doing it for god's sake,
We missed the aurora at nights,
We lost in several wars and fights,
We thought we're getting better next time,
But we're so lame this time.
Dear us,
Sometimes our names will be called,
Sometimes we'll get into unidentified karma,
Some people are so kind.
Maybe we think we're too good,
Singing songs and hunting food,
Keep saying we can be anyone,
And yet we're still searching for our own identity in a home run.
Dear us,
Sometimes we fall,
Sometimes we'll get into unidentified dilemma,
Some people are so mean.
