18 years to pick me upfrom the ground, they never triedto lift me upit sometimes made me wonder whythey didnât dare to simply leave me there to die18 years, not long enoughthe restlessness and awkwardnessof feeling boundI didnât choose to live this lifeI hate myself as much as I hate youIt took 18 years to free me from these fearsFrom hiding all those tearsRuling my world and now my graveIt took 18 years to free me from these fearsFrom hiding all those tearsRuling my world18 years to lift me upfrom the bed my mother made for meit took 18 years to clearly believe and seethat though no longer my hands and feet were tiedI would always end up wiredLIAR: no need to step out of line they saidLIAR: they tried to trample me and now Iâm deadLIAR: no need to step out of line? You should step out right nowIn your car, I was lucky, well, you knowIt felt as if I was free, the great wide openBut the doors, they spoiled my dreamsI could not driveStart the engine to end this life18 years just long enough in a life thatâs just too roughIâd really like to trade my body in