i've crossed the finish line
lost the race and my mind
am i going crazy once again
will i ever regain control
or will i just grow really old
another slave to the world
i've got to break the mould
before my heart turns cold
it's just that same old thing that drives us all
you only realise with your back against the wall
i would like to see what the world can offer me
that differs from usual stuff we all seem to see
i don't want to live that way
we all yern for it some day
to be individual yet not odd
go the extra mile to beat the lot
we'll all go crazy before we die
but not i my friends, no not i
i wont be counted with the crowd
i'll be solitary, happy and proud
