Have been running in circles,
trying to greet every truth with smile;
Couldn't change the past,
but I can't seem to fit in this future of mine.

I know I can't fly,
but why am I falling?
Where's my name;
Where's my hope when i need it?
It makes me high,
every time when I look at the sky;
Their voices peak through doors,
but I try to walk towards the light.

Can't seem to get this ticking
clock, out of my mind;
For time it may be a song,
but for me,
it's a prison reinforcing crime.
I know I can't fly,
but why I am not walking?
What's my name?
Where's my truth when I need it?

Have been running in circles,
risking everything I ever called mine;
What's the point of living,
when you can't even feel alive.