if i weren't worried i wouldn't be here
handing you the keys
but the life i tried to run away from
is the very life i lead
and the distance between silences
gets shorter every day;
its no wonder i can't run when
i've already gone away
It's not that i don't want to try it
It's just that i don't think i should
step into a new dillema
when the one i'm in isn't understood
and i can't get any answers
and the silences get longer
and you've all
turned away
from the mess
that i've made
but if you knew me you would see
it's still me