Lying alone in a bed that's not mine,
I just wonder.
Howcome an adolesence of peace so fine,
turns to thunder.
As I'm closing the doors to the world outside,
I can't help but think I won't be alright.

I thought you were saving me,
I thought you'd let me run free.
I thought I was something that matters,
not an everyday encounter.
I thought I was special.
I thought I was me.

Trying to sleep at night but the days,
just go by dreaming.
Holding to the bottle that's my only friend,
I keep screaming.
With an unheard voice in the darkness around,
where no one who cares can ever be found.

I thought you were saving me,
I thought you'd let me run free.
I thought I was something that matters,
not an everyday encounter.
I thought I was special.
I thought I was me.

And in my unsober dream an angel comes down,
telling me someday it'll all be alright.
And I realise the angel is true,
I won't have a care when my life is finally thru'...

I thought you were saving me,
I thought you'd let me run free.
I thought I was something that matters,
not an everyday encounter.
I thought I was special.
I thought I was me.

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