I lost myself on the hills above the town
Thinking about where my life went
I'm not running anymore
There's no flames to put out
I guess it's depressing how dull it sounds
You can read my lips
Every hit I ever scored
There was a miss
Flashback to the last dance I had
When I knew it was over
I want to feel that again
I want to know who I am
There has only been anxiety in the way
How can I run when no one's keeping score?
How can I sing when I'm not sad anymore?
How do you turn back and look at yourself?
Do you still trust the person staring back?