I'm tired of being what you want me to be

Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface

I don't know what you're expecting of me

Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes...

Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow...

Every step that I take is another mistake to you...

Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow...

My whole life I have been suffocated. I've been his ideal image, and led his ideal life. I want out. I have to be him. I have to be him and yet, I am never good enough.

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there

I've become so tired, so much more aware

By becoming this all I want to do

Is be more like me and be less like you

I need to get away. I need to be on my own. I can't handle it. I can't feel anymore. I have to get away. His footsteps are getting closer. I hear him coming. I don't want to get caught. I have to get away. I can't stay here any longer. I leave the room under the cloak of invisibility. I carefully sneak past him. I see him stop for a second. I hold my breath and then he continues. I let my breath out. I am almost free.

Can't you see that you're smothering me?

Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control

Cuz everything that you thought I would be

Has fallen apart right in front of you...

Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow...

Every step that I take is another mistake to you...

Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow...

And every second I braced is more than I can take!

He thinks he's always in control. I need to get away from him. I make sure no one is around. I slowly open the door to the outside. I feel the cool air on my face. I run. I was never allowed to run. Running was for poor children, dirty children, messy children. I run and I feel the air. I just go.

And I know I may end the feeling too

But I know you were just like me when someone disappointed in you...

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there

I've become so tired, so much more aware

By becoming this all I want to do

Is be more like me and be less like you

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there

I'm tired of being what you want me...

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there

I'm tired of being what you want me...

I'm out of the grounds. I'm free. I let the cloak drop. That was a mistake. The windows can still see me from here. I put it back on. A few minutes later I hear the hounds. I might be invisible but my scent isn't gone. I run as hard as I can. I run and run till I can't run any farther. I probably ran for about a half hour when I collapse. The world goes black.