Aim the canyons
dig the ditches...

Surrounded by the hated
they criticize...

In an instant i hear a great boom
i'm pressed to the floor...

Don't have to be a friend
don't have to be a girlf...

She's stock to a water fountain
just can't get out...

Running in circles
always hitting...

I stand in front
of the mirror...

This dreamy wish
of happy ending...

She speaks an unknown language
her eyes are blurred...

In the nice calm ocean
you can feel it's heartbeats...

Come and fly with me
I'm not meant...

Crammed in a Phone booth
with people who fell in her trap...