They say that we're supposed to learn
from the mistakes we make
but we still proceed to make the same one
over and over again
tearing our souls apart slowly.
We let "love" cloud our better judgement and
fog the path.
Waiting for the cycle to end,
sitting in the dark with the radio blasting
hoping that help will come.
Not knowing that help is 2,100 miles away.
Trapped and alone I cry out.
Save me from myself,
Get me out of my mind.
