People today are much like onion
Beneath one mask, there's another one
I think it's not them , It's me
For this world , I feel I'm too weak
Why am I such a great stumper ?
Sometimes I think, sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I ask , Why I'm so meek ?
Do I really think too deep ?
I feel I'm just a piece of sugar cube
Among these foxes I'm just a dupe
All these problems, how to resolve ?
In this cup of life, I will dissolve
But even while departing from here
Disintegrating myself tear by tear
I'll make sure that I do my chore
And leave this world sweeter than before
But still I wish I could avoid the pain
Because there's a limit to the strain
that a puny sugar cube can take
Before it finally gives up and breaks
Thats all I had on my mind
About fragile me and mankind
I wish I had a piece of paper to tear
Stick on my head, written "Handle With care"
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