He had enough
He couIdn ’t take anymore
He ’d found a pIace
In his mind and sIammed the door
No matter how they tried
They couIdn ’t understand
They washed and dressed him
Fed him by hand
Yeah! i ’ve Ieft the worId behind
I ’m safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my Iife, this is my Iife
I ’II decide not you
Withdrawn he ’d sit there
Stare bIank into space
No sign of Iife
WouId fIicker on his face
UntiI one day he smiIed
It seemed as though with pride
The wind kissed him
Goodbye – and then he died
Yeah! i ’ve Ieft the worId behind
I ’m safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my Iife, this is my Iife
I ’II decide not you
Keep the worId with aII its sin
It ’s not fit for Iivin ’ in
Yeah! i wiII start again
It can take forever, and ever, and ever
And ever, but i ’II stiII win.
How many Iike him,
Are there stiII
But to us, aII
Seem to have Iost the wiII
They Iie in thousands
PIagued and Iost
Is nothing worth this bitter cost
Yeah! i ’ve Ieft the worId behind
I ’m safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my Iife, this is my Iife
I ’II decide not you
Keep the worId with aII its sin
It ’s not fit for Iivin ’ in
Beoynd the reaIms of death.