• I'm dying a slow death
    I really need to get out of here

    And the rumors you're throwing around
    Aren't doing anything to help me disappear

    I'm always in the spotlight
    But never in a good way

    All your hungry eyes on me
    When I'm trying to make a getaway

    I'm always dreaming of running
    To the streets outside

    But your picture-perfect hedges
    Offer me no place to hide

    So I stay
    Through another endless day
    Plotting for a way
    To finally get away