Most of us have a past that breaks us apart,
most of us have secrets that holds us back...

I gotta story to tell
tis all about my hell...

I look in a mirror but what i see is Never really...
what i feel on the inside is not shown on the out...

I feel it again
Pushed it away inside of me...

Tangled up dreams,
Tangled up life...

Why cant you see what you have got?
Why cant you just accept that your not...

Sitting by the window
looking out at the world...

This feeling im feeling is a feeling im grieving
locked up inside...

What were you thinking?
Stringing me along...

What went wrong?
Things were going so strong...

Why does everything have to be so complicated?
i just want things to be simple and not overrated...