Where should I go?
Where should I hide?
They are on their way
And I am drowning in the tide
To scared to look back
To scared they will find
What is under this smile?
But everyday I try
To go another mile
But soon I will be caught
And no one will help
Help me out in this world
Where my life as a skip
And I go round and round
Dizzier and dizzier
No one is helping me out
Although I hear laughter
Running is all I have
It is all I really need
People are messed up
On my feelings they feed
For I am weak inside
And soon I will die
And when I get pushed aside
No one will sigh
But I guess
My grave is my hiding
And that's where I will be
No longer smiling
No longer in the way
No longer will I be strife
Standing in the way
You will no longer see me
In the path of life
So let me be
In my grave
Rotting away
Like an old slave
Soon I will be dust
And blow away in the wind
My soul will be free
And maybe freedom I will find
