Well, I know I'm free
But every day overwhelming me
I go back through time - reoccurring dreams
You can walk that line
You can walk with me
Is it fair? Or?
Feels like everything's been paid for
Now the world just makes me sick
And I'm failing to exist
When my head hits the ground, hits the ground
When my head hits the ground, hits the ground
Where I hope to be
More present here, but I've been neglecting
All I have to hold - all that's in my soul
Now I just need to see
What's in front of me
Is it fair? Or?
Feels like everything's been paid for
Now the world just makes me sick
And I'm failing to exist
When my head hits the ground, hits the ground
When my head hits the ground, hits the ground
When my head hits the ground, hits the ground
When my head hits the ground, hits the ground
When my head hits the ground, hits the ground
When my head hits the ground, hits the ground
When my head hits the ground, hits the ground
When my head hits the ground, hits the ground