You're on your own,
Do you think you've grown enough,
To know where you belong?
You wait for love, to come to you,
You sit and stew,
And it's thrown back at you.
So sick of wondering where you've been,
The daylight burns your peeling skin,
Dug through the earth to find your heart,
It spat you out back at the start
Those camera eyes, of way back when,
Are blackened, dulled, defiled,
You stand on up, to get knocked down,
You grit your teeth, and you taste the ground.
So sick of wondering where you've been,
The daylight burns your peeling skin,
Dug through the earth to find your heart,
It spat you out back at the start.