I was starting to shake From the days I've been up There's a lot on my plate And the ones I loved stopped answering They left me to find myself In my own hate I work all alone with a cynical taste And the day I get out Is the day I'll be made I was cut out of stone And carved with a blade. Head down with all of my hardships There's nothing too strong That I can't face Don't stop 'till you finally have it It should be more like a habit Come down All the fighting's over I let you breathe your own air I will set my arms down in a corner When I turn around You will tell me how you're up now From your dream of clovers Said, "not a thing will compare To the sense you give me, and disorder When you turn around And I can't breathe." There wasn't a trace Of the war letting up And the days went on late I struggled And I fell to solid ground It led me to my escape Now here I am outside of your gate I was hoping you could come down Well, I came to say sorry I shouldn't have left But my bitterness got to me Before you did And now I'm laying in gardens Where we start over again I know that you got me And this is it