It must seem
Permanent
It must seem
Important
It must take 
All your control
Not to get 
Obsessive
Just as pain [bad word] discomfort
Over time
What the human soul can tolerate 
Is no surprise
Im rooted to my path
And Im blinded on the sides
Why is it I feel so? 
I have everything I want 
The stuff of all my dreams
Why is it I need so?
In the same way pain can [bad word] humor
Over time
The scars that time will wash away 
Are no surprise
Im rooted to my path
And Im blinded on the sides
Why is it I feel so? 
I have everything I want 
The stuff of all my dreams
Why is it I need so?
I know you're inside
Because I can feel your life
Why is it I bleed so?
And you thought that these times 
Were just ordinary