Taking it all in my stride,
Breaking apart for everyone,
But getting lost,
Making the berth wide,
It just doesn't feel the same,
It feels like a con,
The coin seems already tossed,
At least upon my life,
Where did my pride,
Forever feels gone,
And my name,
Seems covered in frost,
My life is in strife,
I know I haven't cried,
But Quelle temps?
Ever free,
I never want to Mame,
No matter what the cost,
I'm not making the rumors rife,
I know I've lied,
To everybody,
But here I sail away,
Away from infamy,
The storm came,
And I guess I feared I lost,
But I would never touch the knife,
Because I've already tried,
So I sail on for a better day,
Away from the enemy,
Forgetting the game,
With pen and paper,
And a bottle I tossed,
This message overboard,
Hoping it would make,
Somebody become tame,
Realize the calling of a name,
Even later,
It can make people lost,
That's why people kill,
Not others in the wake,
But they Mame,
Themselves,
For me I run,
Because I want to be strong,
That is my will,
To fight to see the sun.
