Separate

There are times when I'm feeling like I've lost all control.And I'm talking 'bout a year or more.And I remember when I was a kid and it was simple.I couldn't ask for more.And I was heading down the straight and narrow.But then the devil pulled me in by my elbows.He gently removed my blindfold.I said, "Don't show me more."

Please, please, please, please, please.If I changed the worlds rotating, you still gonna leave?Please, please, please, please, please.All of the warm I'm missing, I guess you don't need.

There are times when I'm feeling like I didn't sleep at all.And I'm talking 'bout a week or more.And I remember when I got my first lousy car.And I was out the door.But back then I was looking forward to the cold.Moving back and forth and upside down and growing younger.Nothing could stop it.The driving inside, it's older.

Please, please, please, please, please.If I changed the worlds rotating, you still gonna leave?Please, please, please, please, please.All of the warm I'm missing, I guess you don't need.

The things I lost in the fire.Make it hard to keep my food down.Ten years gone in a hurry.All I got was my hands dirty.

I stop myself from starting something cause I can already see how it's gonna end up ahead of me.If I'm gonna be beat by a drowning, gonna jump that bridge, gonna jump that bridge, not be thrown in. The things I lost in the fire.