It started late last night, seclusion took its tollnDiscarding everything, the quiet place is where in fact my story would be told, but you’re not out therenI traced the problem back to where it all went wrong; why nothing turned out right; it’s hard to see where both of us belongnnAnother failed attempt has brought me to my kneesnI cannot call out ‘cause no one’s listeningnI’ve fallen past the point of what it is to see the need for something more than a permanent beliefnn‘Cause she said to me “When you wrap your arms around me, I’ll make it seem as though it’s not that bad.”nIt’s kinda’ hard when your words get thrown back at me, forgetting what we hadnnShould I be moving on and find out where I stand?nI’m wasting my time, you’re just not out there, and if you were would it even matter?nI’ll put it all aside, this isn’t getting thrunWhat’s done is in the past so this is what I’ll donn‘Cause she said to me “When you wrap your arms around me, I’ll make it seem as though it’s not that bad.”nSometimes the hardest part of everything we do begins with something more than what is truenIt’s kinda’ hard when your words get thrown back at me, forgetting what we had