Walking through my front door I've been away a couple years I've been chasin' all my dreams But avoidin' all my fears And I met a girl, but she got too close So I said goodbye 'Cause I'll be runnin' from myself For the rest of my life
Why do these birds fly into the breeze? Why do the open arms of someone Who loves me make me wanna leave? Why is it so hard to see what I could be? Why can't I open up my heart and fill the emptiness Inside of me?
Sittin' in my kitchen I've been caught inside my head Thinkin' 'bout thе past and all The good times that we had 'Causе I've been so many places Most of which I've never seen I guess happiness is inside me Not livin' in some dream
Why do these birds fly into the breeze? Why do the open arms of someone Who loves me make me wanna leave? Why is it so hard to see what I could be? Why can't I open up my heart and fill the emptiness Inside of me?
Inside of me Inside of me (Oh)
Why do these birds fly into the breeze? Why do the open arms of someone Who loves me make me wanna leave? Why is it so hard to see what I could be? Why can't I open up my heart and fill the emptiness? Oh, why can't I open up my heart and fill the emptiness That's inside of me?
Compositor: Dean Lewis Grant Loaney (Dean Lewis) ECAD: Obra #35465395