If it's the same storynI'll tell you again, butnFinding the pieces may provenThe battle that I can't winnnI followed every instruction to a teenBut still somehow when I look in the mirrornI still don't see mennBows and arrows will be our best friendsnWhile we shoot these words at each othernCan't find time to redraw these lines in the sandnI'll come out when the war is overnnAs I pull away from the stationnThere's no way to guaranteenThat this burning sensationnIs linked to realitynnWell I think I've found a reason to get outnBut how can I trust my best intentions?nnBows and arrows will be our best friendsnWhile we shoot these words at each othernCan't find time to redraw these lines in the sandnI'll come out when the war is over