Year by year, history repeats itself Like day by day I lay on my bed Someone said "Tomorrow will be a better day" But I don't believe...'cause I'm not from this place, I'm so not from this place I hope I find someone of my kind Who wants to try to make this a better place Someone who gets the monkey off my back Even though there will be no way back Sometimes looking for help's like playing with a two sided knife Just like suicide Page by page, at the end of the fairy tale There're words that give assistance to breath But no one can see tales don't give you what you really need It's sending you straight. off to sleep Oh you're losing yourself Oh I'm losing myself I hope someday You'd like to turn things up side down And be more receptive And try to get over all this useless crap Even though there will be no way back Sometimes looking for help's like playing with a two sided knife Just like suicide