Tekster: Miles Away. Cranford Ave.

Memories way back when
i thought i ad it all
constant battles going on inside
always getting caught up in before
demons they stay hidden
but they come creeping back
when im walking ahead and i feel content
just backtrack
push self destruct when we had enough
brings me right back
to the place that i know
where i call home sits empty
to the place i know
the only place so empty
a witness to my life in a third person view
a witness to mu life i just cant take control
retrace my steps year after year
feel it in my soul im not content
push rewind hit repeat
alarm clocks ring and its groundhog day
i just cant figure out my wrong turns
lost in maps that represent my life
its dragging on, dragging on
im losing grip
dragging on, dragging on
ive lost my hold
sanctuary of dead ends
thats where ill be
sanctuary of dead ends thats where I...