Yet - From Underneath

This state of my mind won’t find its way out from underneath.
It’s killing me to bury the attitude that once ruled me.

This state of my mind won’t find its way out from underneath.
It’s killing me to bury the attitude that once ruled me.

I refused to surrender to the hand that you would let me pull.
I let my doubts influence me, I watched my confidence deplete
Into a carcass – bitter, cold – removed the chance for blood to flow!

This state of my mind won’t find its way out from underneath.
It’s killing me to bury the attitude that once ruled me.

This state of my mind won’t find its way out from underneath.
It’s killing me to bury the attitude that once ruled me.

I refuse to be the boy I was when I was trying to be a man who knew all.
A boy I’ll be, until I see: Seek the world, the earth you’ll meet.

The earth I met,
The pain I felt,
And I ask myself..

What’s the point? In telling myself to be mad?
In telling myself that I miss my old crowd - I guess I’m selling out.
I’m seeing it in the light now.

I am new, with the new day.
I am free, in the best way.
I am done, I am starting over.

I’m renewed with the new day,
I am free in the best way.
I am done with dead ends.
I am starting over.

All again.