I thought I'd never have to face this hell again Within the crowd but not a part of whole I don't want your smiles I don't want your handshakes All I want for now is to be left alone
A sleepless stranger No sight of place where I belong Denying all my wishes Wanting nothing from life And despite this all I'm still in danger If it's a choice of my mind, not my soul
So loud when I'm trying To feel this silence I'm locked into So live, when I'm dying Keep me asleep so it's safe for you
Cut myself off, I can feel no passion Nor for dreams I've had, Neither for what I've gained I don't want no fame I don't need perfection, I prefer "to be" as much as "not to be"