Way out of here

  Out at the train tracks I dream of escape But a song comes  on to my iPod And I realize it’s getting late And I can’t take the staring And the sympathy And I don’t like the questions „How do you feel?“ „How’s it going in school?“ and „Do you wanna talk about it?“ Way out Way out of here Fade out Fade out, vanish And I’m trying to forget you And I know that I will In aWeiterlesen