Your head's a beehive, it's swarming inside

Nowhere to run nowhere to hide

You put your strings away, you throw away your pride

All your fears they all collide

It ain't easy

You turn the lights down, it's so hard to see

Can't touch the telephone to speak

You lock yourself down, you throw away the key

So you can finally have some peace

It ain't easy

It ain't easy

It ain't easy being free

When you're hanging on the loose ends

Of what you used to be

And you can't see any color 'cause your vision's growing weak

You say, "Man I'm on the front lines of a battle in my head, I wish that I could leave here and go home instead

Home instead

Home instead

Home instead..."