Wrote this while sitting in a dilapidated house in the corner. Everyone around me was drunk and going nuts, and I was playing this song, but no one was listening.
Lyrics:
I'm going away
I'm leaving this behind
I've got to be free
free inside my troubled mind
and all my broken dreams are scattered on the fields of love and war
and i guess it seems i've come back here a thousand times before
but it never changes, each time more depressing than the last
and so it goes when you go digging through a jaded, empty past
i'm closing my eyes
i'm trying not to see
what you're doing to yourself
what you're doing to me
and all my broken dreams are scattered on the fields of love and war
and i guess it seems i've come back here a thousand times before
but it never changes, each time more depressing than the last
and so it goes when you go digging through a jaded, empty past