My keyboard is filled with tearsI honestly don't know why ppl drink beersperhaps because it's bitter all I know is I'm a quitter
My thoughts are running wildback to when I was a child with no sadnessand no madness
I hate taking my pillsI just wanna be free and run in the hillsNo worries if I make the wrong moveppl will disapprove
I miss the old dayswhen we had a happy gazeInstead of running through this mazeThinking we're craze
I'm trapped in my mindmy thoughts with a tight bindI hate asking for helpI wanna help myself
But I know I can't do it on my ownI just feel alone-Maritza
