Calling out seems a tender whisper rather than a washout
Singled out cause I'm restless in your silly games and they seem too different from the rest to play
Dead end town frustrating me, still I keep on living life in a place I do not want to be
Here I am
Wondering what I'm doing
I've got to get out
Find a new scene
I've met a dead end
Screwing my head in circles
Wound up and waiting
To find a new dream
Coming out to a world that doesn't care as long as I am much too weak to shout
Falling down, crawling towards a better place, reaching for that long forgotten space
Wish that I could somehow see that the world that I keep looking for is living right inside of me
Here I am
Wondering what I'm doing
I've got to get out
Find a new scene
I've met a dead end
Screwing my head in circles
Wound up and waiting
To find a new dream
Here and now
Inside this moment
I know I've got to get out
But I hate this place too much to leave it
Here I am
Wondering what I'm doing
I've got to get out
Find a new scene
I've met a dead end
Screwing my head in circles
Wound up and waiting
To find a new dream
Wound up and waiting
To find a new dream
Wound up and waiting
To find a new dream