All the questions I have asked myself 
And all the answers I have searched for  [bad word] harder to reach 
They always seem further than before 
It seems that all my effort is my 
Enemy when all I work 
For seems to slip away 
But I can't just sit back and watch 
Watch while life passes me by 
drop in the bucket 
Is what my efforts seem to be 
I wish this chain of failure 
Would just set me free 
I'm so scared but there's nowhere  [bad word] and hide 
I won't give up I won't give in 
This time it's a matter of pride 
There's a place that I know 
Somewhere I go to find 
Shelter from this world but 
I'll never show you that place 
In my heart.