Hard to tell what's real now
Careless cloudy eyes
Burned the house down
Why do cycles keep repeating
Always leaving
Self-worth and doubt
Used and burnt out
Wishing that I knew
Getting lost into
The feeling no ceiling
Could contain was the same
Passion passed into what
Left me with doors shut
Time helps rebuild
Time helps rebuild
Time helps rebuild
Time helps rebuild
Even now still most
Of what's felt mainly shows
Fragments of the highs and lows
Aching as it grows
Vision's blurry up close
Steps backwards could show a clearer view
Of the picture we drew
Time helps rebuild
Time helps rebuild
Time helps rebuild
Time helps rebuild
