TRINA
I’m tired of all the happy men who rule the world
They grow – of that I’m sure
They grow – but don’t mature
I’d like the chance to hide in that world
I’m listening
As these men who aren’t quite men yet, but aren’t boys
Make noise, and throw their knives;
Their toys are people’s lives
They fight too hard
And play too rough
They sometimes love, but not enough
My heart will beat at will, but still…
It’s crazy how they’re acting
And it’s crazy my response
It’s stupid how I love them
So dumb, how I anticipate their wants
But, so long as they amuse me
That, alone is what’s required
So I’ll roar
Like I’m wired
I’ll explore what I’m feeling
Except what I’m feeling
Is tired
I’m tired
So tired of all the happy men who rule the world
Happy, frightened men who rule the world
Stupid, charming men
Silly, childish jerks
That said, I’ll be his wife
I’ll wed and change my life
I’ll laugh, I’ll smile, I’ll welcome cheer
The time is right, the men are near
Now happiness and love appear