untitled — Fuel

I wanted to feel something To be something To see something

I wanted to find One thing that was mine And leave this behind But I can't find my way To get far away And bury these days

Fantasy Once reality Becomes such a parody

If I could find One thing that was mine I'd leave this behind But I can't find my way To get far away And bury these days

If shining Or if shaking It's reality faking

If I could find One thing that was mine I'd leave this behind But I can't find my way To get far away And bury these days