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In the beginning I could have been lovedBut instead I was judgedIn the beginning I could have been loved, but instead I was judgedFor the man I becomeRan and I run. Laugh and I hugLive under pressure and never give upHuff and I puff but never enough to enter the center of that what I know is holding me down so open me nowDig me a hole and follow me downOne for the angle, one for the slideTwo for the window, one for the lieThree for the overwhelming and deforming as morning awakes and I open my eyesI hope I survive and I know that I will'Cause I grow every time that I focus on dyingAs I long as I make it right over this hillThere'll be more time for me to start climbingPlayin' it flat, live on the edgeI guess it's not the end of the world, but I dig that holeLike a miserable criminal stuck in a prison cellSo it will be difficult finding a window if I can believe in it I am so little, special, full of potentialEvery petal I pluck, she loves me notEscape From Letras Mania