I sneak off into the woods

To bury my obscurity

I find myself carving

My initials into a tree

I try to get things done

I need to carry on

But I find myself waking

Up to another cursed dawn

I keep thinking every night

If success will be in sight

I find myself faking

About just what feels right

I know it’s all in vain

I cannot make it change

If I am used to the pain

Does it mean I am deranged?

How many lives

Are based on lies?

Oh, except for mine

When they say they are in need

My helping hand is always there

But who would bother to help out

When it’s me who’s in despair?

How many lives

Are based on lies?

Oh, except for mine