Full of grief I scream at the wind 
Thought I heard the words of others 
Imprison myself 
And stay in a shell 
I won't let you in to have a story to tell 
Things tend to drag me down 
Don't understand so they hate me now 
 [bad word]  My fear grips the will of stone 
My fear grips I'll die alone 

I promised myself somewhere in the teenage life 
I'd never submit to the ones I will not be like 
Live in a hole 
But stay close to my kind 
Cause they understand what burns in my mind 
I still feel [bad word] 
Friends are few and far between 
 [bad word]