I'm tired of thinking. Afraid of letting go. Where's the meaning. Of moving slow?. . Watching your face in the crowd. You've been what love's all about.
I woke up today in London. As the plane was touching down. And all I could think about was Monday. And maybe Id be back around. . If this keeps me away much longer.
Show me the road and I will find my own. You build your bridges and I'll burn down. So far away and all alone I roam. I'm taking chances in the here and now.
I guess I just got lost being someone else. I tried to kill the pain, nothing ever helped. I left myself behind somewhere along the way. Hoping to come back around to find myself someday.
I woke up today in London. As the plane was touching down. And all I could think about was Monday. And maybe Id be back around. . If this keeps me away much longer.