Maybe it's just that I can't see colors how they should come through, clear and clean
Or maybe it's just that they can't hear voices how they sound when I'm here, unseen
Well I found myself, I was lost in the starlight and held by the tide...

For the sake of my life, I'm running away from the shot this time
Because the trauma's just to much to take on my life
I'm running away from the shot this time because
This trauma's just too much to take

Just when I thought that I'd break through, running on my way for home
Pure and free
Puddles of my consciousness looming right beneath my feet
Cling to me
I just can't see...these things that they do, what they put me through
The syringe, the needle, and the pain that it brings.