I turn my back br Fights break out immediately br At each other like br A pack of wolves br br Screaming echoes behind me br As I walk away br Close my eyes and br Hold my hands to my ears br br Press firmly to block any sound br And any reason to go back br Back to that life, br Walking into a fresh beginning. br br Anger flies past as you walk by br I feel my heart beat a thousand times more br Hoping your anger will not be taken out on me br Hoping, that I don’t take another beating. br br Things thrown over my head, br Precious things that hold ever-lasting memories br All broken, all shattered on the floor br Right next to me, this is the floor I walk on. br br Trembling legs holding me back br Saying something good could come out of this br But to me the only good br Is death.