….There is fear in the thought of freedom 
there are ways out and I see them, 
but I choose to be held captive, 
as crazy as I know that is. 

I find strength in the sorrow, 
I wanna wake up with it tomorrow, 
cause all we had would be in vein, 
if it were that easy to just walk away….. 

Roots [bad word] that deep 
pain that you don't see.. 
anyone could look around, 
think all is well above the ground, 
I could pull them up but they're all that's left, 
and I'm not ready…to lose you yet. 

I tell myself it doesn't hurt, but the [bad word] still lies there in the dirt, 
I am lost and I have a map, 
but all it does is take me back….. (chs) 

…..and the past is the only place I know 
if i can't go back where will I go? 
where will I go, where will I go…….