| I know that I’m confused, don’t know how to help myself
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| I know that my days are wasted, faithful to a fault
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| Been waiting on breakthroughs, been waiting on someone else
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| It’s weighing my head down lately, buried by the thoughts
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| Something I can’t see, how I am to become the whole total
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| The thing that I think that I’ve dreamed of
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| I want a release from this capture, I need to relieve myself
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| I have to rebuild and restructure, I need a release
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| I think I’m ready to run, I think I’m ready to reset now
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| Forget about that I don’t know what I want
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| So tell me why, I still pretend it’s alright
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| That I am barely alive so I will realign
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| Till I figure out this life then I’ll stop running
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| Just get me out of this vacuum, find me a future
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| To cut to one with certainty’s just fine
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| I’m busy searching for signal, finding something essential
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| You find me swimming in circles, I can’t stay afloat much longer
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| 'Cause time has made me weak
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| And I’m beginning to see that this picture
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| Doesn’t look like the one that I’d wished for
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| I think I’m ready to run, I think I’m ready to reset now
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| Forget about that I don’t know what I want
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| So tell me why, I still pretend it’s alright
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| That I’m barely alive so I will realign
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| Till I figure out this life then I’ll stop running
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| Have I changed, did I become incapable
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| But I wonder if my hesitations
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| Have magnified the miniscule
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| I think I’m ready to run, I think I’m ready to reset now
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| Forget about that I don’t know what I want
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| So tell me why, I still pretend it’s alright
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| That I am barely alive so I will realign
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| Till I figure out this life then I’ll stop running
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| I’ll stop running
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| I’ll stop running
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| If I figure out this life then I’ll stop running
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| Then I’ll stop running
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| I’ll stop running
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| If I figure out this life then I’ll stop |