Takes me to a far away place
where I don’t know who I am
Need a trip on a ferry boat
hidden in the sand.
Now I call myself a persuader
though I haven’t moved
and I might never come back.
Stranded on my island by myself
do I need somebody else.
Hiding from the weeks and days,
hiding from the years.
Though I try to hold it back
can’t hide the tears.
But now I’m by myself
my pride is walking away
and though I beg my friends to stay,
now I know it’s better this way.
Found a bottle with a message inside
floating on the shore,
someone that asked for help
but it’s no use no more
cause I found it much too late,
it wasn’t my fault oh,
hope they won’t say
the same about me.