| I’ve been, wondering how
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| It’s been years, oh yes three years now
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| Since I have found, what I’m looking for
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| Since I have found, what I was before
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| Look at me now, I’m screaming
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| I’m crying out while I’m leaving
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| From guilted ambitions
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| Oh I have the best of intentions
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| And now I can’t stop shaking
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| Because my will is breaking
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| Fallen, to pieces, still I can’t find the reason
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| To get me out of this place
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| Better off now in the worst ways
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| Fallen, to pieces, maybe it’s just what I needed
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| To get out of my own way
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| Better off now than the first place
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| I’ve been, walking around,
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| With my head stuck up in the clouds
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| So sick and tired of being
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| So sick and tired of this feeling
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| Look at me now, I’m screaming
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| I’m crying out while I’m dreaming
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| I walk the ambitions
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| But I have the best of intentions
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| And now I can’t stop shaking
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| Because my will is breaking
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| Fallen, to pieces, still I can’t find the reason
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| To get me out of this place
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| Better off now in the worst ways
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| Fallen, to pieces, maybe it’s just what I needed
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| To get out of my own way
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| Better off now than the first place
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| If there’s a rising in the fall
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| Then why do I carry on
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| I just can’t seem to recall
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| What I intended all along
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| Fallen, to pieces, still I can’t find the reason
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| To get me out of this place
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| Better off now in the worst ways
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| Fallen, to pieces, still I can’t find the reason
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| To get me out of this place
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| Better off now in the worst ways
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| Fallen, to pieces, maybe it’s just what I needed
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| To get out of my own way
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| Better off now than the first place
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| Better off now in the worst ways
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| Better off now than the first place |