What Kind of World

I'm just tryin' to get something started.

Been so low and so downhearted.

Haven't seen my friends in awhile

and I never laugh and hardly ever smile.

It's a deep-seeded knee-jerk reaction.

Without fail the same course of action.

And it's the truth but it's always sugar-coated.

And the starting gun is never loaded.

I take it too hard, I take it to heart.

What kind of world? What kind of world?

You take me apart before I can start.

What kind of world?

I'm still trying to figure something out.

I shoot 'em down and I shut them out.

All my efforts just ricochet

off these walls that are put in my way.

And every word like a stray bullet.

Put my finger on the trigger and pull it.

I take it too hard, I take it to heart.

What kind of world? What kind of world?

You take me apart before I can start.

What kind of world?

I take it too hard, I take it to heart.

What kind of world? What kind of world?

You take me apart before I can ...

And I've looked without luck for the cure.

It's a condition that responds behavior.

A symbol of appreciation.

It's a thimble full of motivation.

So looked over, so underrated.

Every move proves to be ill fated.

Never stray. Always stay in focus.

When every gesture goes unnoticed.

I take it too hard, I take it to heart.

What kind of world? What kind of world?

You take me apart before I can start.

What kind of world?

I take it too hard, I take it to heart.

What kind of world? What kind of world?

You take me apart before I can start.

What kind of world?