I'm running of my time, I'm running out of breathAnd now it's getting, so I can't sleep at nightin the day, I feel like deathI'm getting in far too deep, I feel they closing inI've got to say that I'm scared, I know they'll winEven so, I preparedDo you believe, what you hearCan you believe, what you seeDo you believe, what you feelCan you believeWhat is real?FuturealWhat is real?FuturealWherever anyone seems to treat me like a freakIt makes me see I'm only one who feelsThat I know what is realSometimes it feels like a game of deadly hide and seekAnd when you reading this, then I will be goneMaybe then, you will see