No, I don't want to take my own life.
I just want to go to somewhere a million miles away from here,
somewhere no one can find.
And I would start afresh over there; those foreign fishes under me.
The sea breeze would crash into me, my hair messy but lively.
That'd be the time I'd say I'm happy- alive and me.
My sight would have something to behold,
my senses: new atmosphere down where I am,
with all the people just starting at me if I were mad.
But no, I don't really think that-
I think that alive is the best feeling you can find.
While being a half dead zombie here isn't what life's about
and somewhere I can hold my breath, somewhere I can run about
freely; that'd be the place I'd never forget.