To be sentenced to a life like this
Will bring you under
A glimpse of gold on crooked roads
Is lying under
As cripped as it might have been
It's all erased
It's all in way of sympathy
Will bring you under
Compassion leads me to the scene
That's what you've been telling me
But I belong but not with thee
I wanted to be free but not like this
And I'll be torn in the storm as I'm walking away
Don't feel the scars, see the stars as I'm walking away
A bridge is torn by the thorn, as I'm walking a stray
I leave the stars, for the cause as I'm walking away
And I belong, but I'm walking away
And I'll be gone before the fall
And I belong
To be sentenced to a life like this
Will bring you under
A glimpse of gold on crooked roads
Is lying under
As cripped as it might have been
It's all erased
It's all in way of sympathy
Will bring you under
Traps and leads in to the scene
That's what you've been telling me
But I belong but not with thee
I wanted to be free but not like this
And I'll be torn in the storm as I'm walking away
Don't feel the scars see the stars as I'm walking away
A bridge is torn by the thorn as I'm walking a stray
I leave the stars for the cause as I'm walking away
And I belong, but I'm walking away
And I'll be gone before the fall
And I belong