I could pull them up
But they are all that’s left of me
Of me
There’s fear in the thought of freedom
There are ways I’d end and I see them
But I choose to be held captive
As crazy as I know that is
I find strength in the sorrow
I want to wake up with it tomorrow
But all we tried, would be in vain
If it were that easy to just walk away
Roots that run that deep
Pain that you don’t see
Anyone could look around
Think all is well above the ground
I could pull them up
But they’re all that’s left
And I’m not ready
To lose you yet
I tell myself it doesn’t hurt
But the truth still lies there in the dirt
I’m lost and I have a map
But all it does is taking me back
Roots that run that deep
Pain that you don’t see
Anyone could look around
Think all is well above the ground
I could pull them up
But they’re all that’s left
And I’m not ready
To lose you yet
The past is the only place I’ve known
If I can’t stay there, where will I go?
Where will I go?
Where will I go?
There is fear in the thought of freedom
Roots that run that deep
Pain that you don’t see
Anyone could look around
Think all is well above the ground
Roots that run that deep
Pain that you don’t see
Anyone could look around
Think all is well above the ground
I could pull them up
But they’re all that’s left
And I’m not ready
To lose you yet