The doors are open when you are coming
My heart is under the big strain
I hear your steps on stairs
I'm sitting on the bed and I'm waiting
My mind is full of thoughts
But none of them is real
to take a gun and shoot you
Is vision in my dreams
Every day f**ed up by work
To work hard without any break
I'm starting to think how much more
How much more I can handle
Broken fingers on my hands
are the result of your bullying
I defend you and I lied
And you just totally ruined me
Far away, Far away, somewhere on other side
Far away, Far away, from suffering and pain
Far away, far away, where I will find a rest
Far away, far away, where you won't find me
He always hurts me at home
He hates when I'm better than he is
He considers me to be a worker
But I'm just an ordinary boy
Kids are playing outside
Meanwhile I'm waiting for the next command
I tend to pack my bags and leave somewhere far away
Far away, where he will never find me