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 I'm 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

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