Fear can drive stick
And it's taking me down this road
A road down which
I swore I'd never go
And here I sit
Thinking of God knows what
Afraid to admit
I might self-destructSo lock the windows
And bolt the door
Cuz I've got enough problems
Without creating moreI feel like I was born
To devastation and reform
Destroying everything I loved
And the worst part is
I pull my heart out, reconstruct
And in the end it's nothing but
The shell of what I had when I first startedUsually I'll cause my own first hit
It seems to me to be slightly masochistic
But there'd be no story
Without all this descension
So I inflict the conflict
With the utmost of contemptionSo lock the windows
And bolt the door
Cuz I've got enough problemsWithout creating moreI feel like I was born
To devastation and reform
Destroying everything I loved
And the worst part is
I pull my heart out, reconstruct
And in the end it's nothing but
The shell of what I had when I first startedThank you God
For giving me the insight
So I might make
These wrongs right
If and when
There ever is a next time
Cuz failure is a blessing in disguisePull my heart out, reconstruct
And in the end it's nothing but
The shell of what I had when I first started
The shell of what I had when I first startedI feel like I was born
To devastation and reform
Destroying everything I loved
And the worst part is
I pull my heart out, reconstruct
And in the end it's nothing but
The shell of what I had when I first started
(When I first started)
(The shell of what I had when I first started)
Songwriters
THIESSEN, MATTHEW ARNOLDPublished by
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