There's a lot of things I wanna do, but my feet just don't seem to move
My friends are asking, "Where have you been?"
Say, "I'm busy, but I'm doing well in the city I built for myself"
And these walls are growing thicker everyday
(A-one, a-two, a-one, two, three, four)
My hideaway has became a prison that I can't escape
These lonely days make me wish that I had never gone away
I isolated from my friends and now I wish I would've stayed
My hideaway can't contain my pain (Okay, okay, okay, I—)
Hopped out of bed today thinking that today's gonna be day
That I go and change my broken ways, but my mind had other plans for me
Saying, "You're gonna stay on this road on this broken path alone
And if you stray, I'll find a way to get you right back on your own"
I'm not my fan, I'm my enemy, my number one catastrophe
My mind and me want different things, but I'm hoping that I change
There's a lot of things I wanna do, but my feet just don't seem to move
My friends are asking, "Where have you been?"
Say, "I'm busy, but I'm doing well in the city I built for myself"
And these walls are growing thicker everyday
(A-one, a-two, a-one, two, three, four)
My hideaway has became a prison that I can't escape
These lonely days make me wish that I had never gone away
I isolated from my friends and now I wish I would've stayed
My hideaway can't contain my pain (Okay, okay, okay, I—)
My hideaway has became a prison that I can't escape
These lonely days make me wish that I had never gone away
I isolated from my friends and now I wish I would've stayed
My hideaway can't contain my pain