Life is flying way above me br I can't seem to catch it br Everything is too much br br I can never seem to be alone br Never able to walk down the streets in peace br without someone bothering me br br Apart of me wants to run into deserted-ness br No one around, only me br br I need time to think br Let me breathe br Even my thoughts won't let me think br br How can I forget it all? br How can you start over when memories br still exist? br I'm bruising from this. I'm defeated by this.