live in a hole

full of grief i scream at the wind

thought i heard the words of others

imprison myself

and stay in a shell

i won't let you in to have a story to tell

things tend to drag me down

don't understand so they hate me now

my fear grips the will of stone

my grip fears i'll die alone

i promised myself somewhere in the teenage life

i'd never submit to the ones i will not be like

live in a hole

but stay close to my kind

cause they understand what burns in my mind

i still feel incomplete

friends are few and far between