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 donít know what itís like
When you live your life in a grave.
Donít go too close to the waters edge,
Donít 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 sheís wondering why, she canít live like they do.
ďYou know starvation is a virtueĒ.
Donít listen to yourself you silly girl,
Youíre not ready for life.
Living in a fairy tale,
Donít leave the comfort of your home,
Happiness is beautiful,
And real life is hell.