Better if I could find the words to say 
Whenever I take a choice it turns away 

I'm worn, tired of my mind 
I'm worn out, thinking of why 
I'm always so unsure 

I battle my thoughts I find I can't explain 
I've travelled so far but somehow feel the same 

I'm worn, tired of my mind 
I'm worn out, thinking of why 
I'm always so unsure 

I'm worn, tired of my mind 
I'm worn out, thinking of why 
I'm always so unsure 

I am alive when I sleep 
Why am I not in all that I got? 
I can't find no one to blame 

Stand, stand, damned one 
Damned one...

I am one 
Damned 
One 

Where do I go?