make your way,

down the face,

of everything we know,

go so far,

see other places,

and other people i wont know about

and we're in deep,

let it out small,

didn't you hear?

its all my fault again,

i know why,

no one else knows,

why i am,

all alone again

make it sound so good,

that i might be right,

and i walk home into the night,

outside my house,

and outside my mind,

no matter what i say,

we're never right

and we're in deep,

let it out small,

didn't you hear?

its all my fault again,

i know why,

no one else knows,

why i am,

all alone again

again...