Cast to a far away land, and I don't
know how I ended out here; but there must
be a Reason for all of this, so I'll
trot 'till my hooves are bust.

Humans everywhere, am I in
paradise, or am I just dead.
I can't decide if this would be my
punishment or a reward.

I want to return home
where i'm not all alone,

where i have my sweet bride
and my friends, that all like

who i am, they don't judge
me for who i can not be
because of my
strange anatomy

No you can't, no you can't,
no you can't, no you can't,
no you can't, no you can't
return to your homeland.

It's over, they found out
that you like humans now;
No use going back
to that stupid town.

I thought what i wanted was this
place, but i can see now; the faults of
humans are worse than how I imagined,
I can't put up with all of this.

 [bad word] the skinsuits, [bad word] fingers, I'd
rather trot than walk effortless;
with my horn i so neglected
I'd weave music till perfected.

Bon-bon was right, I should've noticed;
I was turning into a worthless
being; well, not anymore;
Lyra's done with the fandom.