Wrong
Not a place I belong
Not a friend I can love
But it's all I seem to know
Loss
Not the story I wanted
Not the fight nor the forfeit
But it's all I seem to know
All I wanted was
Too much to ask
Just to hide away
Get away my way
From my past
But it's coming round again
And I need your way
Got to bleed again
Hope
An offence to the cynic in me
My bitterness protests it's innocence
But he festers and he grows
War
Over pride over fortune
Within common hearts or continents
Oh it's all we seem to know
All I wanted was
Too much to ask
Just to hide away
Get away my way
From my past
But it's coming round again
And I need your way
Got to bleed again
All I wanted was
Too much to ask
Just to hide away
Get away my way
From my past
But it's coming round again
And I need your way
Got to bleed again
Got to bleed again
Got to bleed again
Got to bleed again