She looks back among,
The broken words that tempted her to stay,
And live a life this way.
And she got lost among,
The open doors that stands as if to say,
I think I'm gonna change.

And we all know the score
We've seen it countless times before today
It never was this way.

Always running from something.
Do you feel it at your back.
Are you finding it too hard,
to go back.

And we all need hope,
and we all need sorrow,
and this to shall pass.
So alay yourself,
so alay yourself.

He looks back among,
The lies he told to hide himself away,
And live a life this way.
And he got lost among
The hundred different people he became,
i think its gonna change now.

And we all know the score,
we've seen it countless times before today,
it never was this way.

All ways running from something,
do you feel it in your skin,
are you finding it too much,
to take in.