These are echoes in mind that remind one of place and time 
 Or delusions personified 
 My reservations can’t stop me now 
 Begin the begin 

 I’m alone, I’m alone again 

 I’ve lost my faith in this, or I’ve forgotten it 
 Misplaced in a mirage of what never was 
 Torn notebooks, hatred etched in time 
 But that same passion is still holding here 

 I feel misplaced in this 
 [bad word] to accept it 
 [bad word] to a bend 
 [bad word] to the conclusion that 

 You’re bringing me down 
 I’m bringing me down 
 We’re bringing me down 
 We’re bringing me down