She is happy when she is all aloneShe’s not that hyperactiveNo, she don’t need the phone tonightNo, she’d rather stay insideHow she worries, just like the most of usabout something real stupidAnd when it really gets her downyou don’t see her much aroundHow can I hope I’ll get ready to cope with the worldI’m having trouble just believing one day this world will be goneSo what’s the good about achievingShe is happy when she is left aloneShe’s way too independent, no she don’t need to see the lightShe is high as a satelliteHow can I hope I’ll get ready to cope with the worldI’m having trouble just believing one day this world will be goneSo what’s the good about achieving, believing