I can hear the beating,
beating of my lone heart.
Why is it so quiet?
Why is it so dull?
The sound is depressing and dead.

My sorrows mask my pain,
I only hear screaming in my head.
Stop this madness,
stop this beating, it’s driving me crazy.
The sound is depressing and dead.

I’m alone, I’m tired and sad
no one wants me, I’m a freak of nature.
I’m the white squirrel in the summer
hunted by all predators because of my fur color.
It is depressing and dead to be alive.

I only cry, hiding myself from the world.
The world is a forbidden place for creatures as I.
Why do I even go on anymore,
It is only for the love of my family
So the depressing and dead isn’t so dead after all.