Don't know if it's me or you
It's a push and pull
But baby, I know
I know we'll get through
What has happened to ya
Pick up the pace
Through the back door without a trace
Never stopping for that thought
Not looking back for what I once fought for
The feeling I always stopped for
Conforming to the rest
There's beauty in isolation
Far away from the world and dreaming
Still dreaming of that sensation
But this is hell
This is hell
This will make me well
Not looking back
Not wondering if this will last
Away from that useless stress
Well I know it isn't good for me
Never really felt the need
You want me to look back
Can't pick between this or that
Isolate myself, can't look back
Oh, well I can't look back
My god, what has happened to ya
Pick up the pace
Through the back door without a trace
I'm burnt out, but can't see
All along you were trying to help me
Well now I know
I'm getting well