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No way out- neither through screaming nor through crying |
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Only fleeing and hiding seems to make sense |
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Day by day |
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I go through hell- my own one created by me |
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In me hope keeps me alive- nothing else to hold on to |
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I want to end it- |
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I have to end it- |
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I want to leave it all behind |
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It's grinding me- |
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I have to liberate me- |
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I have to leave it all behind |
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Recalling the memories- when will it end |
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What I left behind. |
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The feeling is so real. |
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Recalling what |
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I've lost- pushes my power away |
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Regarding what |
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I leave behind, the feeling is still so real- so painful |
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Recalling what |
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I've lost pushes away every power |
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This numb feeling the agony has to end- no other thought enters my head |
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Nothing else has a name |
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Freedom, freedom - |
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I don't care how much to pay |
