So let me go home back to my window and start imagining My world is full of happiness and no regrets I want to feel have friends and I want to feel little love I know I don't want be a loser Whoa-oh ♪ Start my day with my old bicycle for school I saw smilling friends welcome my arrival I am so happy but why are they punch me? They said "You look proper if you bruished" No one would sit next to me while having lunch No one calls me by my name as they know me It seems they want me to bring all this suffering Until I came home with a cry and regret I try not to think about it Should I think them to be enemies ♪ So let me go home back to my window and start imagining My world is full of happiness and no regrets I want to feel have friends and I want to feel little love I know I don't want be a loser Whoa-oh ♪ From this dusty window I looked out there many children I hope they call me to play I think it's okay From this dusty window Here I imagine They are here to be with me