| Carry me somewhere far away from the noise on this damn TV
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| From the needle and the spoon in front of me
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| These straps across my chest make it hard to breathe
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| And I can’t see
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| Through all these silhouettes
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| Can’t they just let me be?
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| Wait and see when the drugs take effect
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| In the sky I see a sun
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| But I don’t feel the warmth
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| From it or anyone
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| I’m too tired to think
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| Too tired to run
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| But I don’t know what I’m trying to run from
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| All I know is I need to be someone
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| Take these arms of mine
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| Tell them what to do
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| Tell them how to pass the time
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| Put a charm upon this life of mine
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| And take this heart of mine
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| Tell it who to love
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| Who to leave behind
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| Tell it who to trust with these thoughts of mine
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| But I don’t know what I’m trying to run from
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| All I know is I need to be someone
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| Who can laugh out loud
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| Who can stand a crowd
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| Who can sleep without these nightmares screaming out
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| So carry me
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| Somewhere far away from this life that’s waiting here for me
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| Give me something new
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| I need something new
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| That I can believe
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| Just something true
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| Please tell me who I got to be
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| But I don’t know where that’s going to come from
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| All I know is I need to be someone
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| Who can take this pain
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| Who can clean these veins
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| Who can make this change
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| Because I know I’ll die
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| If I ever come back here again |