I've got my head buried in the sand,
As I questioned myself if it's folly
That has left me in this sorry mess.
Maybe it's the fear of never letting go
Or the fear that these feelings would be left untold
Most nights I can't fall asleep.
It's horrid how I only find solace in my dreams
But in this life I loathe,
I guess it's safe to say I've already died inside
Now please, tell me where you draw the line.
You only blame me for the heartbreaks and the wasted time,
And these feelings – they're constantly dwelling
In this hollow shell of mine
We search for comfort whereby most of which we do not find
I'm writing songs about my problems but I never get the endings right
16, 17, 18, 19 – We all grow up. We all grow up.
I've learnt that wisdom doesn't come with age,
It comes with mistakes we swore we'd never make
20, 21, 22, 23 – We've all messed up. We've all messed up.
I think it's best you keep your distance
And stay away from me cause I've never moved on
Now I feel so sorry for myself
Time stood still, at least to myself
And it scares me how I still awake and cry for help
So won't you stick around and watch me drown?
Round and round in circles we will find ourselves here again,
Tell me this is how it ends