Cold spreads out a chill of fear when the wind blows
Used to freeze and bind me here ⦠and now it grows
Feel they will exploit my crude naivety
Things I will reveal to you â my diary
Put into words what Iâm feeling, put into words my whole life â¦
In chains â when will I freak out in chains?
Thoughts that are about to rise will be unbound
Doubts â I try to verbalize and write them down
Push the narrowness aside incessantly
Itâs just in you that I confide â my diary
Searching, Iâm searching the world in my head
Hoping, still hoping to find it somewhere
Traveled through landscapes in quest of this place
Where peacefully sugary roses await â¦
Mellowly in arms wide open â they comfort me in peace
Countless people notice me and listen honestly
Colorful but open-minded they tolerate me all
Wouldnât it be great if I can find this lost imaginary world â¦
There are times, when â through the haze â I find it hard to see
There are times, when I regret thereâs no-one here for me
There are times, when Iâm alone, Iâm crying desperately
There are times, when I miss Daddyâs hand thatâs guiding me â¦
When do I quit the labyrinth of my life?
When do I quit the labyrinth inside?
When do I quit the labyrinth ⦠sometimes?
When will I quit the labyrinth of my life?
Find me â and I would take you on this trip with me
Guide me â youâd use my eyes to judge what I can see
Raise me â Iâll show you all the things that worry me
Please help me â this is my SOS ⦠my diary
In chains â when will I freak out in chains?
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