Running, running around, sick of acting the clown, leaves me nothing to do, but have to think of you, so much left to go round, didn’t knew i belonged, if i found the words for hate, would i have lived this way? now i’m sitting alone, and i’m looking for help, left here on my own, i’m gonna hurt myself, many years have gone by, i’m still wondering why, i ever let the world let it bleed me dry