Why?
I can't be like other people
My wrists bleed to find

While
Here I'm talking about my freedom
My wrists bleed to find

On a strange road in my mind
Maybe I don't have all the time
I have a shortcut on my way
And thus I will be better again

And it falls down apart in my hands
And it's falling
And it falls down apart in my hands
And it's falling, falling, falling

Why?
I can't be like other people
My wrists bleed to find

While
Here I'm talking about my freedom
My wrists bleed to find

You don't have the time and all the way
Would be better if you'll shorten the day
Every sand that I was trying to hold
Is all the time that I don't have and it falls

And it falls down apart in my hands
And it's falling
And it falls down apart in my hands
And it's falling, falling, falling

Why?
I can't be like other people
My wrists bleed to find

While
Here I'm talking about my freedom
My wrists bleed to find