In the beginning I could have been loved But instead I was judged In the beginning I could have been loved, but instead I was judged For the man Ive become Ran and I run. Laugh and I hug Live under pressure and never give up Huff and I puff but never enough to enter the center of that what I know is holding me down so open me now Dig me a hole and follow me down One for the angle, one for the slide Two for the window, one for the lie Three for the overwhelming and deforming as morning awakes and I open my eyes I hope I survive and I know that I will Cause I grow every time that I focus on dying As long as I make it right over this hill Therell be more time for me to start climbing Playin it flat, live on the edge I guess its not the end of the world, but I dig that hole Like a miserable criminal stuck in a prison cell It will be difficult finding a window if I can believe in it I am so little, special, full of potential Every petal I pluck, she loves me not Escape
judged, deforming, dig, beginning, awakes