Takes me to a far away place 
where I don't know who I am 
Need a trip on a ferry boat 
hidden in the sand. 
 
Now I call myself a persuader 
though I haven't moved 
and I might never come back. 
 
Stranded on my island by myself 
do I need somebody else. 
Hiding from the weeks and days, 
hiding from the years. 
 
Though I try to hold it back 
can't hide the tears. 
 
But now I'm by myself 
my pride is walking away 
and though I beg my friends to stay, 
now I know it's better this way. 
 
Found a bottle with a message inside 
floating on the shore, 
someone that asked for help 
but it's no use no more 

cause I found it much too late, 
it wasn't my fault oh, 
hope they won't say 
the same about me.