Fuel - Untitled Тексты

I wanted to feel something
To be something
To see something

I wanted to find
One thing that was mine
And leave this behind
But I can't find my way
To get far away
And bury these days

Fantasy
Once reality
Becomes such a parody

If I could find
One thing that was mine
I'd leave this behind
But I can't find my way
To get far away
And bury these days

If shining
Or if shaking
Its reality faking

If I could find
One thing that was mine
I'd leave this behind
But I can't find my way
To get far away
And bury these days