My will is to come out
to come out, to come out.
To go, ahead, and shout
- "Why do you all need me?
   Why do you all feed me?
   Why do you don't
                            [let me die?"

Right...
As if I could
                [be dead
If I wanted to...
I know.... I have dreams too.
Want to go, an see the world,
to sing my name...

But, with me, is the same
[story
of my dad.
I am just sad
enought
to be happy.