Everybody is leaving from this town and from me.
They´ve got the burning flame, they sure achieve their aim.
You know that´s tough for me to see.
Oh, how I wish I could do the same as them and go.
Just pack my bags and good-bye,
get out fast or fade away real slow.

What you see is what you get right here,
where a change is nowhere near.
What you see is what you get from me.
In this duckpond, leave me be.

I pretend my life is perfect like the faces on TV.
Yeah, that´s the only way to face another day,
try to deny the misery.
But those are the ways of lonely´s and like a clown,
yeah, I do act.
No matter where I could be or would like to go,
I´m stuck here. That´s a fact.

I´m too weak I´m down on my knees.
Too feeble for something new.
Feels like there´s nothing I can do.
Keep on laughing ´bout me,
keep on doing your own,
But someday I will be that one.

Be that one.
Yeah, someday I will be that one...