Tired inside and I feel like I've been led.

Moving back and forth, staying on the spot.

What happens to a day that's been forgot?

 

It all leads back to Wednesday rain;

Without it I'd never feel the same.

Need that change to be a little worthwhile.

I want that urge to smile.

 

I wrote this pain with the truth in mind,

Is it too much to ask that I

Won't be hated when we're through all this?

How long can it take to re-invent me?

 

Wash it away,

Wash it away.

Drown me out

I don't want to hear anything.

Let it run past it all.