| Look at me
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| I can not seem
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| To hold my own
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| Now let’s watch me fall apart
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| Turn me around
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| Turn me around
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| I feel my own mind breaking down
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| I’m looking back and behind me
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| It’s normal to be scared of what the future holds
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| But it’s the past that’s keeping me from letting go
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| I’m terrified of the things I could have changed
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| And the words I never said
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| Sometimes I think and wonder why regretful scenes
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| Constantly run through my head
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| I’m terrified
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| My mind is taking me back
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| To how it all used to be
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| And all I want
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| And all I wanted from this
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| Is for my mind to be free
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| I’ve been running and hiding from what I used to be
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| What am I to do with this shame and guilt
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| God am I diseased?
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| I’ve been running and hiding from what I used to be
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| I have no way of going back to change
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| If only I had seen
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| Turn me around turn me around
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| I feel my own mind breaking down
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| I’m looking back and behind me
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| It’s normal to be scared of what the future holds
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| But it’s the past that’s keeping me from letting go
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| I’m terrified of the things I could have changed
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| And the words I never said
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| Sometimes I think and wonder why regretful scenes
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| Constantly run through my head
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| It’s not the end |