When you find your castle on the hill with the bars on the windows
Will you burn the bridge behind you?
Will you [bad word] out & see the sun again
Or will you hide?
And now how long has it been since you've seen the light?

Make your way on the stairs
To the top of your tower
Stone cold floors, hardwood doors
Lead you to your room of plastic flowers
They still look the same drenched in water [bad word] you to think that they're alive

It could have been easier than this
If you threw it all away, what would you miss?
It could have been too much of a chance to take
The silence in your head would have to break
Your grip is slipping faster
Looks like you'll have to face yourself after all

Step outside the shadows of your cage
Strangled [bad word]  stolen youth
is written on every line of every page
It's your story - do you want it back?
You have to decide if it is worth it
Swim across the swamp to the other [bad word] until you're out of breath and when you look back they'll be nothing left but a memory fading quickly

It could have been easier than this
If you threw it all away, what would you miss?
It could have been too much of a chance to take
The silence in your head would have to break
Your grip is slipping faster
Looks like you'll have to face yourself after all

It could have been easier than this
If you threw it all away, what would you miss?
It could have been too much of a chance to take
The silence in your head would have to break
Your grip is slipping faster
Looks like you'll have to face yourself after all