Fight to find a crack to break this mold That has its hold on me and take control Time and time again I try but I know I just keep on comin, runnin back to the old What never ends It can never begin Guess I learned the meaning of the word again, again It's hard to know When it all feels the same But the sun seems lower than yesterday It's hard to know When it all feels the same But the sun seems lower today And now all I see Is in shades of grey The colors, they all but fade away Fight to find a crack to break this mold That has its hold on me take control