There is no reason for what happens
Fate is just a random coincidence
I used to think that amongst friends I grow
But it's every man to himself, now I know

There is something in this place that frightens me much
I Can't call it a monster, though it seems like such
But I know if I run I could not live a note
And without any giddiness I know I'll be lost

Confusion is raging inside of me
So delicate and bare I am used to be
No one should know the real me
Because not even I could set myself free