sitting in my chair
and dreaming of the person that I want to be
stumbling and crawling
in an unknown world of misery
memories are scaring me
through these eyes I can't see the light
I'm crawling in the dark
and despair is killing me inside
I've got to hide, so I'll run away
I'm scared again, I cannot stay
because this is a game that I cannot play
my willingness will rise
my willingness to change
I want to feel it now
feel it through my veins
sitting in my chair
and waiting to fulfill my destiny
hoping and resting
for a change to the person that I want to be
wishes enough to dream about
so I'm waiting for some falling stars
but time after time I deceive myself
and I'm still responsible for starting wars
wishful thinking, is eating me alive
the goals to achieve, unclear to classify
and I'm still looking for the reason why
my willingness will rise
my willingness to change
hopeless feelings, because
I cannot break these chains
...in my dreams, darkness covers my imperfection
and in this night, I'm still waiting for some falling stars...