A million
Drops of vermilion
Leave the place I like to hide
Sick of all the fears within

I don't want to be alone
I guess I should of grown
Deep down inside
I already know

That this is the real world
I couldn't hold a real girl
Stretch,from being furled
Shake of the feeling of being whirled

Find a right head space
Get my own place
In God find grace
Go at my own pace