Imagine sitting in a dark room
For a thousand years
Hands cuffed to the chair, with barely any air to breathe
One can grow mad, one can be(grow) sad
Keep beating on that door, on that door
I can't take this anymore
Fear is nothing compared to what death has in store
I'm right to be afraid of what's behind that door
'Cause I'm pickin' up, pickin' up, pickin' up, pickin' up you
'Cause I'm pickin' up, pickin' up, pickin' up, pickin' up you
In every single dream
My face got bruises, the pain's got the best of me
It keeps burning and burning, will anyone ever find me
Oh the life I've had, I let the anger drive me mad
I need someone, I need somebody
'Cause I'm pickin' up, pickin' up, pickin' up, pickin' up you
'Cause I'm pickin' up, pickin' up, pickin' up, pickin' up you
In every single dream
Grow in a shell
Empty as me
Grow up to be
Lonely as me
Far away but closer to me,
I don't wanna wake up to be
It's a plain lie , that holds us back
We were the
We were the ambitious, is that why
We suffer?
Artist: Bette Midler
Artist: Craig David
Artist: Lewis