| Into the path that I am taking in my life
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| Is conducted when I try to sleep
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| Or even shut my eyes
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| True burdens guilt and fear
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| Condemn the recent and the end
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| Another bridge to cross
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| Another obstacle to contend with on the way
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| So do you think you’re fine?
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| Or are you just living with the pain?
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| You say I’ve gone too far
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| I drag mistakes like rope
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| And then choose the rough terrain
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| I can’t ignore my scars
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| They mark the man I want to be so bad again
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| So do you think you’re fine?
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| Or are you just living with the pain?
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| My dreams are where I take refuge
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| The one place I can live a life beyond my touch
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| But still I yearn for insomnia
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| To force myself to make them real
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| It can’t take much
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| What is there left to do
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| When all you do is torment yourself?
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| You suffer sleepless nights
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| Through paranoia and your selfish sense of plight
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| So do you have a reason why?
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| Or are you just scared to lose this fight?
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| You say I’ve gone too far
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| I drag mistakes like rope
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| And then choose the rough terrain
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| I can’t ignore my scars
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| They mark the man I want to be so bad again
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| So do you think you’re fine?
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| Or are you just living with the pain?
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| So do you think you’re fine?
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| Or are you just living with the pain?
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| You say I’ve gone too far
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| I drag mistakes like rope
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| And then choose the rough terrain
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| I can’t ignore my scars
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| They mark the man I want to be so bad again
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| No I don’t think I’m fine
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| But I’m just living with the pain |