NO HAY NOSTALGIA PEOR QUE AÑORAR LO QUE NUNCA JAMÁS SUCEDIÓ

How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again,
it's always been the saMe, same old story.
From the moment I could tAlk I was ordered to listen,
now theRe's a way and I know that I have to go away,
I know I have to go

All the Times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
it's hard, but it's harder to Ignore it.
If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you kNow not me,
now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.