Would you catch my hand when I fall from grace
Would you standby me when I lose my way
And I just want to start over, my need to create
I just need some patience 'cause I'm so out of place
It's getting clear that our differences are showing today
At what point must we stop and have to find our way
Where do you see yourself, a distant figure, someone else
You'll break the silence with the sound
Given a life of choosing, you will always end up losing
Unless you're breaking ground
Will you look my way because I don't fit in
But why do I want to to end up just like them
Just need to find answers, I need to find my own way
The methods of creation I need to innovate
It's getting clear that our differences are showing today
At what point must we stop and have to find our way
Where do you see yourself, a distant figure, someone else
You'll break the silence with the sound
Given a life of choosing, you will always end up losing
Unless you're breaking ground
