I've been stepped on, one to many times before.
Now there's a guard up that we can't ignore.
I can't fuel a fire that doesn't burn anymore.
I'm sick to my stomach, consumed by the pain.
What will it take for panic to find peace and fade away?
For now it's apparent; it's made a home in my head.
It's here to stay.
Leaving me broken man in disarray.
I don't want to be, I don't want to be,
I don't want to be who I've been lately.
I mean that wholeheartedly.
Steady these hands;
Help me understand what it means to be happy.
I just want to be happy again.
Broken like a record, I haven't been feeling myself.
Will I be put back together,
Or casted aside to collect dust on a shelf?
I guess only time will tell.
I don't want to be, I don't want to be,
I don't want to be who I've been lately.
I mean that wholeheartedly.
Steady these hands;
Help me understand what it means to be happy.
I just want to be happy again.
I don't, I don't want to be who I've been lately.
Steady these hands; help me understand.
I just want to be happy again.
I just want to be happy again.