Why are you in my heart?
You shouldn't be
You don't have a visitors pass from my head
Excuse me
What are you doing here?
I don't think you fit in
You're not meant to be
Under my skin

I wish I had an eraser that would remove my memory
Cuz I think I see you laughing when you look at me
And I can't influence the way you think
You don't know me at all
I want to scream at you; I want to run
But I'm made to crawl
You're an embodiment of my unhappiness
You seem to treat me like everyone else
You're blind like them, you never see me
Though I'm trying to reveal myself
I'm not going to expose my heart
Or let my soul stand naked before you
I don't want to be everything in your world
But I hate being nothing to you

Release me from this insanity
Somebody set me free
I've got to get away
I'd like to run
A million miles in the opposite direction to wherever you are
I'd like to run
Cuz you're hurting me now and I'd rather be in Khandahar
I'd rather be tortured in the desert amidst the sand and stone
I'd rather be dying in the snows, shivering and starving alone
I'd rather be condemned and crucified like the Son
I'd rather be shackled and chained
I'd like to run

Sometimes I'd like a saviour who could take away the pain
Cuz I hate watching my soul being slain
You regard me from the same distance as the rest of the world
As though you're afraid of infection
I'm disappearing; I'm fading away
In the mirror I see no reflection
You're just like the rest of the population
I don't know why I didn't see before
You aren't different; you're just like them
Fighting on the other side of this war
You'll be surprised when I shed this skin
Just wait and see
One day you'll look
And you won't even recognise me

Release me from this insanity
Somebody set me free
I've got to get away
I'd like to run
A million miles in the opposite direction to wherever you are
I'd like to run
Cuz you're hurting me now and I'd rather be in Khandahar
I'd rather be tortured in the desert amidst the sand and stone
I'd rather be dying in the snows, shivering and starving alone
I'd rather be condemned and crucified like the Son
I'd rather be shackled and chained
I'd like to run

Why are you in my heart?
You shouldn't be
You don't have a visitors pass from my head

I'm ready to break lose
I'm ready to come undone
I'm ready to get away
I'd like to run
Yeah
I'd like to run
I'd like to run

A/N: For you sad pathetic souls that don't know: Khandahar is a city
in Afghanistan.