I take two steps forward, And three steps back,
But I can watch myself, Watching my own back,
Nothing said, And nothing I've done, Will keep
you, From the wasteland. These days are bringing
me nothing, Why do we find ourselves, Too scared
to look inside? These days are bringing me
nothing, But when we find that place, We'll fit,
But we won't belong. Will be holding on, We're
not gonna lose control, And we're still holding
on for our own day, Will be holding on, We're not
gonna lose control, And we're still holding on for
our own day. Nothing I can do or say, Will make
you want to change your mind, I guess it's my
turn to leave you to, The wasteland. These days
are bringing me nothing, Why do we find
ourselves, Too scared to look inside? These days
are bringing me nothing, But when we find that
place, We'll fit, But we won't belong. Will be
holding on, We're not gonna lose control, And
we're still holding on for our own day, Will be
holding on, We're not gonna lose control, And
we're still holding on for our own day. 1, 2, 3,
go! These days are bringing me nothing, Why do we
find ourselves, Too scared to look inside, These
days are bringing me nothing, But when we find
that place, We'll fit, But we won't belong. Will
be holding on, We're not gonna lose control, And
we're still holding on for our own day, Will be
holding on, We're not gonna lose control, And
we're still holding on for our own day.