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