| Breaking off a piece to big. | |
| You've had it in from the beginning. | |
| You couldn't handle what was created, and now you're stuck with no way out... | |
| Looking for something not there, expecting something else. | |
| To the surface it will rise. | |
| Losing faith in myself, but there is so much more, so much left. | |
| Positioned it, to the side- but it's not lost, it's just confined... | |
| And to the surface it will rise, it's crawling back to haunt your mind. | |
| It's a waste of time, wasted time. | |
| No way out... | |
| Past returns to take you right back to the surface. |