Glad to Be Dead

Too bad when good old times have just begun
I find they are already gone
Now I know how happy I have been
Not only you never to be seen
Just competition, too many things
I’d fly away if I had wings
But looking for peace in some quiet place
Everywhere live members of the human race
Thinking of that, your condition’s not bad
I find you should be glad to be dead
Hated people to kill you should fail
'Cause if you’d succeed you’d go to jail
No duelling allowed, there is no chance
I wonder how people live with no romance
If you try to run away and hide
They find you everywhere, can’t stand a fight
Feels like living in a cage
Lovers have to be much older than 12 years of age