[Storyteller.]

I don't wanna wake up this way,
I don't wanna hear what they say,
'cause I'm feeling way too small;
will this rushing world hear my call?

I am just one person passing by
a million different windows in sight;
each one hides a life.
Does anybody know where we go?

I pray for someone to understand,
'cause I'm lost inside this labyrinth
of thoughts that never end.
And I pray, as people pass me by,

that they won't see the tears I cry,

the tears I cry.

I'm a prisoner with my own key.
Don't we all just wish to be free?
Still we're waiting for the chance,
although we hold it right in our hands…