What’s the point of walking out when I was never in?
Why can’t I be what I want to see?
Why can’t I make up my mind?
Why can’t I hide outside?
What’s the point of loving a god who never seems to care?
Do the angels fear the demons holding open arms?
Do I have to pick a side?
Is there a deadline?
Why can’t I let go?
Why is it that every time I try to escape I end up tied?
How come when I’m thinking about you I spend hours in my mind?
How come when I’m thinking about you I spend hours inside?