I keep my heart in a little box that I hide away. Locked up tight from the world outside; in a quiet place. I shoulda known there'd be hell to pay. I shoulda known that you'd do me that way.
There's nothing I can say, nothing I can do.
It sometimes feels like I'm in over my head and I can't deal: can't let it out. When the world don't seem right I just give up because it gets too much and I'm not strong enough for this.
All this life I've been searching round for that something new. I've got no time for the world outside. I'm always on the move.
Well, I shoulda known I was hurting...