Beau

18 years to pick me up

From the ground, they never tried

To lift me up

It sometimes made me wonder why

They didn't dare to simply leave me there to die

18 years, not long enough

The restlessness and awkwardness

Of feeling bound

I didn't choose to live this life

I hate myself as much as I hate you

It took 18 years to free me from these fears

From hiding all those tears

Ruling my world and now my grave

It took 18 years to free me from these fears

From hiding all those tears

Ruling my world

18 years to lift me up

From the bed my mother made for me

It took 18 years to clearly believe and see

That though no longer my hands and feet were tied

I would always end up wired

Liar: no need to step out of line they said

Liar: they tried to trample me and now I'm dead

Liar: no need to step out of line? You should step out rightnow

In your car, I was lucky, well, you know

It felt as if I was free, the great wide open

But the doors, they spoiled my dreams

I could not drive

Start the engine to end this life

18 years just long enough in a life that's just too rough

I'd really like to trade my body in