Roots

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