Lifehouse
This is a sick-cycle carousel...sick-cycle, yeah.
She's got a pretty smile; it covers up the poison that she hides.
I'm up to my ankles and I'm drowning anyway in a sea of sarcastic faces.
Too many voices, it won't take long. Which one's right and which one's wrong? And yours is most likely to be misunderstood.
Let me feel one more time what it feels like to feel alive. Break these calluses off of me one more time.
I'm trapped inside of my own mind, afraid to open my eyes 'cause of what I'd find and I don't want to live like this anymore.
Would you catch me if I fall out of what I fell in? Don't be surprised if I collapse down at your feet again.
She's got a pretty smile; it covers up the poison that she hides.
I'm up to my ankles and I'm drowning anyway in a sea of sarcastic faces.
Too many voices, it won't take long. Which one's right and which one's wrong? And yours is most likely to be misunderstood.
Let me feel one more time what it feels like to feel alive. Break these calluses off of me one more time.
I'm trapped inside of my own mind, afraid to open my eyes 'cause of what I'd find and I don't want to live like this anymore.
Would you catch me if I fall out of what I fell in? Don't be surprised if I collapse down at your feet again.