Where do you go when you're down? To turn yourself back around, where do you go when you're gone, do you let yourself fall back to where you came from...
I can't talk to you, without bleeding through, all the pain I turned away, I can't think of you, without needing to, distract myself this way, I can finally get my feet back on the ground and, start to say, that I'm better off without you, These Days
Where does this feeling come from? And when can I throw it away? When can we get through the games, when we let our hearts give up for all the same things
I can't talk to you without bleeding through, all the pain I turned away, I can't think of you without needing to, distract myself this way, I can finally get my feet back on the ground and start to say, that I'm better off without you...
These Days are getting strange I'm caught in a mess or I'm climbin' to the top, it gets harder everytime I am on the stage and I've finally made it stop, I'm walkin' on this tightrope, my mind is getting strong, it's time I figured out where I belong
I can't talk to you without bleeding through, all the pain I turned away, I can't think of you, without needing to, distract myself this way, I can finally get my feet back on the ground and, start to say, that I'm better off without you, These Days
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