| I walk towards the setting sun | |
| I'll prove to them that I am one | |
| enslaved by their hearts so torn | |
| Cause their demands needs more than so | |
| And when I'm weak then I can't run | |
| must prove to them that I'm strong | |
| Considering what I've been through | |
| Another cut another wound | |
| What's the point of touching it | |
| So close you almost taste it | |
| What's the point of reaching for it | |
| when all doors are closing | |
| And I wish I could feel it | |
| that feeling of belonging | |
| Instead I'm sentenced to solitude | |
| and all doors are closing | |
| Through endless nights of anguished sleep | |
| with no one there to hear her screams | |
| She's gone beyond where they can't reach | |
| The bell of freedom sets her free | |
| And when I'm weak then I can't run | |
| must prove to them that I am strong | |
| Can't hide these scars | |
| Can't hide these wounds | |
| What's the point of touching it | |
| So close you almost taste it | |
| What's the point of reaching for it | |
| when all doors are closing | |
| And I wish I could feel it | |
| that feeling of belonging | |
| Instead I'm sentenced to solitude | |
| and all doors are closing | |
| I too have fallen helplessly | |
| Spent a thousand nights sleepless | |
| Had every hope of light shattered before me | |
| Preventing me to reach outside | |
| Stopping me from leaving the blind | |
| Keeping me locked inside | |
| and all I can ask is why | |
| And when I'm weak then I can't run | |
| must prove to them that I'm strong | |
| Considering what I've been through | |
| Another cut another wound | |
| What's the point of touching it | |
| So close you could almost taste it | |
| What's the point of reaching for it | |
| when all you get is more distant from surface | |
| And what's the point to be strong enough | |
| gather strength and rise above | |
| To be brave and see it through | |
| When all you get is more distant from surface |