Holding On

I'm dead,
invisible,
alone,
nowhere to go,
i wanna run,
far away,
where i can scream,
and breakaway.

but i'm holding on,
to myself,
and what i've goT,
i keep standing,
in the rain,
hoping the liGht,
at the end,
of the tunnEl,
is not a train.

if i Try,
to be who i am,
they Shut me out,
i just can't win,
if i try,
to speak my mind,
i'm rejected,
every single time.

But i'm holding on,
to myself,
and what i'vE got,
i keep standing,
in the rain,
hoping the lighT,
at the end,
of the tunnel,
is not a Train.

i've got a world of chances waiting,
i've got a world of chances for me,
i've got a world of chances waiting,
i've got a world of chances for mE.

i'm holding on,
to myself,
and what i've got,
i keep standing,
in the Rain,
hoping the light,
at the end,
of the tunnel,
is not a train.