Untitled - Fuel

I wanted to feel something 
To be something 
To see something 

I wanted to find 
One thing that was mine 
And leave this behind 
But I can't find my way 
To get far away 
And bury these days 

Fantasy 
Once reality 
Becomes such a parody 

If I could find 
One thing that was mine 
I'd leave this behind 
But I can't find my way 
To get far away 
And bury these days 

If shining 
Or if shaking 
It's reality faking 

If I could find 
One thing that was mine 
I'd leave this behind 
But I can't find my way 
To get far away 
And bury these days