you find me

crouched in the corner of my expectations

i4m in the place where nobody wants to be

16 tons falling down on me

situation overload

i think my head4s gonna explode

and every day the tension grows and grows

i4ve got to get out of here

the situation seems crystal-clear

if in want to get away it is all boilling down to me

to walk away with broken legs

and hold on tight with bleeding hands

but every day the tension grows and grows

16 tons falling down on me

the perfect irony

can4t anyone take me home?

the room is crowded i4m all alone

somehow i wish i could care less

but that4s the way it goes

i4m never gonna leave this place

the bomb explodes right in my face

you always gonna hear my say