I think by now
I am all those things you doubt
All the awaiting seasons
Stupid reasons
Why you shouldn't let it out
I think by now
In your head I'm much too loud
All those tears shed
Those times in bed
Not wanting to wake up
And I drift away
And I'm not the same
And I pray one day
That you come back to me
Holy
I think these days
You must be so far away
Past the madness
Past the sadness
Getting to know yourself
An I think by now
I represent everything you avoid
All the silent places
Those familiar places
Trying to get you back
And I drift away
And I'm not the same
And I pray one day
That you come back to me
Holy