World from Here 

On this rainy day
Drops came down and washed away
The smile I wear to hide away the [bad word] 
Backyard [bad word] from the poverty,
We hide ourselves away in secret rooms 

How does [bad word] 
that I open my eyes?

World from here  [bad word] much clearer

Into deep I creep
Pulling out another brick
The mystery awaits behind the door

Scratched walls and floors 
We are not to choose our homes
It's cold outside and I won't find my sleep

One by another my leaves fade away

World from here  [bad word] much clearer [х2]