It must seem permanent
It must seem important
It must take all your control
Not to get obsessive
Just as pain becomes discomfort over time
What the human soul can tolerate is no surprise
I’m rooted to my path
And I’m blinded on the sides
Why is it I feel so?
I have everything I want
The stuff of all my dreams
Why is it I need so?
In the same way pain can become humor over time
The scars that time will wash away are no surprise
I know you’re inside
Because I can feel your life
Why is it I bleed so?
And you thought that these times were just ordinary
It must seem permanent
It must seem important
It must take all your control
Not to get obsessive
Just as pain becomes discomfort over time
What the human soul can tolerate is no surprise
I’m rooted to my path
And I’m blinded on the sides
Why is it I feel so?
I have everything I want
The stuff of all my dreams
Why is it I need so?
In the same way pain can become humor over time
The scars that time will wash away are no surprise
I know you’re inside
Because I can feel your life
Why is it I bleed so?
And you thought that these times were just ordinary