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?