Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway.
Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way.
Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing.
It brings me down, but I won't let them.
If I seem bleak.
Well you'd be correct.
And if I don't speak.
It's cause I can't disconnect.
But I won't be burned by the reflection.
Of the fire in your eyes.
As you're staring at the sun.
Hooaaoohh?
As you're staring at the sun.
Hooaaoohh?
As you're staring at the sun.
Hooaaoohh?
As you're staring at the sun.
As you're staring at the sun.
When I ran I didn't feel like a runaway.
When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away.
There's more to living than only surviving.
Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying.
Though you hear me.
I don't think that you relate.
My will is something.
