I'm not supposed to be scared of anything but I don't know where I am. I wish that I could move but I'm exhausted and nobody understands. I'm tryin' hard to breathe now but there's no air in my lungs.
He spends his nights in California. Watching the stars on the big screen. And then he lies awake and he wonders. Why cant that be me?. . 'Cause in his life he is filled.
It's down to this. I've got to make this life make sense. Can anyone tell what I've done. I miss the life. I miss the colors of the world. Can anyone tell where I am.