Did You Know?
Did you know
I'm frightened of different things?
Did you know
I might not know everything that you don't?
That's why I'm scared to pretend that I do
That's why we all make attempts to conceal the truth
So, do I need a reason to make a change in my mood?
And, if I'm needed, will I fold and fall through?
I've got a feeling
That I'm leading
Myself to a hole, of course, unknown
Well, it seems
I'm not succeeding
In my attempts to find a home
Inside my head
Sometimes I dread
The time I spend on my own
On my own
As I wander
Over yonder
I come across a man who says
"Step back! Step back!
Or you'll be down here for your whole life"
And, from previous cases, I'd probably say he is right
It's probable, then, that I'll deal with this another time
Forbidden pathways
It'll lead you to your dark days
And, like the man said,
It'll lead you to your last breath
I find it hard
Cause it's hard to change
To take my heart
I have to take my chain
To take a chance
I have to take the reigns
I guess I do know pain
Will it be my friend again?
I ask, did you know?
Well, does it show?
So, have you seen
These parts of me?
Sometimes concealed
Other times revealed
Just another load of questions
You know how I feel
About them
Wouldn't be much without them
And wouldn't do much good to doubt them
Did you know
I'm tired of listening
To you moan
About all of the choices that
You choose to own?
When should I stop talking to myself
Right in the mirror?
I guess when things start to make sense
When they get clearer
In reflection
It's not complex
To know that the man that I see is me
Well, at least
It used to be
Until I walked this street
And now I'm me
Indeed, I said
Sometimes I dread
Losing myself and my way home
(My way home)
As I trundle over bundles
A thought occurs to me
"Take back! Take back
All the things that you've lost in your life!"
There's a million things to forget as you walk down the line
As I pick up the thoughts, I wonder, which of these are mine?
I wonder, which of these are mine?
I wonder, which of these are mine?
I wonder, which of these are mine?
And I wonder where I go
Forbidden pathways
It'll lead you to your dark days
And, like the man said
It'll lead you to your last breath
I find it hard
Cause it's hard to change
To take my heart
I have to take my chain
To take a chance
I have to take the reigns
I guess I do know pain
Will it be my friend again?
I ask, did you know?
Well, does it show?
So, have you seen
These parts of me?
Sometimes concealed
Other times revealed
Just another load of questions
You know how I feel
You know how I feel, oh
You know how I feel, oh
You know how I feel, oh
You know how I feel
Well, you do now
I find myself lost in the maze of my own mind
And, as I walk hot cement streets, I think of all the things I've seen
I take a breath and head in between two buildings which block my view to see
Home
I see home
I'm frightened of different things?
Did you know
I might not know everything that you don't?
That's why I'm scared to pretend that I do
That's why we all make attempts to conceal the truth
So, do I need a reason to make a change in my mood?
And, if I'm needed, will I fold and fall through?
I've got a feeling
That I'm leading
Myself to a hole, of course, unknown
Well, it seems
I'm not succeeding
In my attempts to find a home
Inside my head
Sometimes I dread
The time I spend on my own
On my own
As I wander
Over yonder
I come across a man who says
"Step back! Step back!
Or you'll be down here for your whole life"
And, from previous cases, I'd probably say he is right
It's probable, then, that I'll deal with this another time
Forbidden pathways
It'll lead you to your dark days
And, like the man said,
It'll lead you to your last breath
I find it hard
Cause it's hard to change
To take my heart
I have to take my chain
To take a chance
I have to take the reigns
I guess I do know pain
Will it be my friend again?
I ask, did you know?
Well, does it show?
So, have you seen
These parts of me?
Sometimes concealed
Other times revealed
Just another load of questions
You know how I feel
About them
Wouldn't be much without them
And wouldn't do much good to doubt them
Did you know
I'm tired of listening
To you moan
About all of the choices that
You choose to own?
When should I stop talking to myself
Right in the mirror?
I guess when things start to make sense
When they get clearer
In reflection
It's not complex
To know that the man that I see is me
Well, at least
It used to be
Until I walked this street
And now I'm me
Indeed, I said
Sometimes I dread
Losing myself and my way home
(My way home)
As I trundle over bundles
A thought occurs to me
"Take back! Take back
All the things that you've lost in your life!"
There's a million things to forget as you walk down the line
As I pick up the thoughts, I wonder, which of these are mine?
I wonder, which of these are mine?
I wonder, which of these are mine?
I wonder, which of these are mine?
And I wonder where I go
Forbidden pathways
It'll lead you to your dark days
And, like the man said
It'll lead you to your last breath
I find it hard
Cause it's hard to change
To take my heart
I have to take my chain
To take a chance
I have to take the reigns
I guess I do know pain
Will it be my friend again?
I ask, did you know?
Well, does it show?
So, have you seen
These parts of me?
Sometimes concealed
Other times revealed
Just another load of questions
You know how I feel
You know how I feel, oh
You know how I feel, oh
You know how I feel, oh
You know how I feel
Well, you do now
I find myself lost in the maze of my own mind
And, as I walk hot cement streets, I think of all the things I've seen
I take a breath and head in between two buildings which block my view to see
Home
I see home
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Writer(s): Sean Craig
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