My hands are tied
Behind my back
By the lies
I told myself
Tried to pretend i didn't care
Tried to be friendly beyond my length
And it's when i'm looking back
Isn't it a way of life to show
How we're going wrong?
That we must have sold our souls,
Isn't it what we should believe?
The truth that's deep
That's asleep
In the bottom of our minds
In the bottom of our minds
Take my bag and run through the world
Run away from my own home
Just to forget of my cross but i can't do (it)
'cos my homeā¦
It's me