Claire, the child in the big house,
Runs through everything like a dream,
Wishes she were poor and everything were new,
Wishes she had needs.
Run, child, out of this world,
You don’t know what it’s like
When you live your life in a grave.
Don’t go too close to the waters edge,
Don’t listen to what they have to say,
You might just get your way,
If you step too close to death.
Claire is watching the world go by,
And she’s wondering why, she can’t live like they do.
“You know starvation is a virtue”.
Don’t listen to yourself you silly girl,
You’re not ready for life.
Living in a fairy tale,
Don’t leave the comfort of your home,
Happiness is beautiful,
And real life is hell.