Beginnings are not my strong,
actually not even endings.
Maybe I should stop pretending
that everything's all right,
that I lead a new life,
'cause really I can't stand it.
Why do I lie to myself?
Why can't I escape this hell?
Why do I accept the pain?
It's easy to embrace the fear
once you think the end is near,
but maybe I should leave and come back
when I feel I'm ready for the
time to face the truth;
the time to see it through.
Sometimes I feel quite different,
especially on rainy days.
Like I belong to some place.