Once upon a time, I would not
be fine, but I found a place to rest my head. Once I lost my
mind, I thought I'd be fine but I found a place to run and hide.
I've got to get away, just to get away, leaving everything I've
found here this way. I've got to get back home where I can be
a lone in this crowd where no one could ever find me. I run,
I hide away. No one can stay this way. Holding on will not let
go. Someone please face the face of tomorrow. I can not see
my own death. please give me my one last breath before I go.......