I thought I was moving but my legs were broken
 Words [bad word] out but they were left unspoken
 Maybe I was dreaming in my head, in my head.

 Memories were noted but I hadn’t lived them
 Swords were on my heart but I had long forgived them
 Funny how the hurtful voices seem to slip away.

 Where I Now
 I don’t know how
 I wound up in this place again.
 How I now
 Just bringing me down.
 I’m looking for a house where the door is open
 My body’s moving fast but my spirit’s broken.
 Where I Now

 Oh anytime you break and turn the cycles change
 Water starts pouring down your face again
 You find yourself falling in the safety net you used to call home.

 When you focus all your little thoughts and troubles
 To the place of clear and cloudy clouds [bad word]  Standing in a field of open avenues with no place to go.

 Repeat [bad word] 
 Oh my lips are set and parted but my head is empty
 I try to spit it out but it won’t resempt me
 From feeling like it’s out in the open said and done.

 Telling’s just talking that turns into speeches
 Doesn’t aid the body with the hand that reaches
 Stumble in the void to find there’s no one there.

 [bad word]