sometimes I'm afraid of my dreams
and I feel like my life's not my own
deep inside I keep hopping
that I'll wake up someday
living in another way...

haven't been on my one
never left them alone
for a while I have done
what they've asked me to do
never showed that I'm blue

longing for stability
I used to travel alone
I used to have my own thoughts
now I miss my backpack
and those nights in a sack

On the sand of a beach
it was never too cold
the sea used to call me
and my dreams were unsold

bits and pieces of memories
are surrounding my soul
feel like trapped in a dream
can't escape from this hole...