When it got cold on my route, thought of what I'd been told
That the story's not about me anymore
Mistaken again, as it turns out, didn't know when to say when
Now the story's not about me anymore
I know my limits, they won't let me forget them
Yet I still try to push it from inside these cemented walls
Fifty-two days left to get out, I have to leave this place
Where the story's not about me anymore
Mistaken again, as it turns out, didn't know when to say when
Now the story's not about me anymore
I know my limits, they won't let me forget them
Yet I still try to push it from inside these cemented walls
I know my limits, they won't let me forget them
Yet I still try to push it from inside these cemented walls
I couldn't get anything done without manipulation
So I never learned give and take or any other healthy relations
I gave away too much of the wrong thing and I attracted lots of those men
I tried to figure out the right balance but life continued to happen
I have re-invented myself over and over again
To become someone with something to offer you
But you never seem to care where I've been
So I give myself to others in exchange for truth
In exchange for truth
I have re-invented myself over and over again
To become someone with something to offer you
But you never seem to care where I've been
You never seem to care where I've been
Fifty-two days left to get out, I have to leave this place
Where the story's not about me anymore
Mistaken again as it turns out, didn't know when to say when
Now the story's not about me anymore
I know my limits, they won't let me forget them
Yet I still try to push it from inside these cemented walls
I know my limits, they won't let me forget them
Yet I still try to push it from inside these cemented walls