| You can't find a place to open up | |
| A new wound on me | |
| To live what could have been | |
| Blackouts of my memory | |
| You can't believe what's inside of me | |
| I know things are looking dark this time | |
| You gotta stand up on your own | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Keep running, keep hiding | |
| And you don't speak | |
| And you don't speak | |
| And you can't make up your mind |