| I could pull them up |
| But they are all that’s left of me |
| Of me |
| There’s fear in the thought of freedom |
| There are ways I’d end and I see them |
| But I choose to be held captive |
| As crazy as I know that is |
| I find strength in the sorrow |
| I want to wake up with it tomorrow |
| But all we tried, would be in vain |
| If it were that easy to just walk away |
| Roots that run that deep |
| Pain that you don’t see |
| Anyone could look around |
| Think all is well above the ground |
| I could pull them up |
| But they’re all that’s left |
| And I’m not ready |
| To lose you yet |
| I tell myself it doesn’t hurt |
| But the truth still lies there in the dirt |
| I’m lost and I have a map |
| But all it does is taking me back |
| Roots that run that deep |
| Pain that you don’t see |
| Anyone could look around |
| Think all is well above the ground |
| I could pull them up |
| But they’re all that’s left |
| And I’m not ready |
| To lose you yet |
| The past is the only place I’ve known |
| If I can’t stay there, where will I go? |
| Where will I go? |
| Where will I go? |
| There is fear in the thought of freedom |
| Roots that run that deep |
| Pain that you don’t see |
| Anyone could look around |
| Think all is well above the ground |
| Roots that run that deep |
| Pain that you don’t see |
| Anyone could look around |
| Think all is well above the ground |
| I could pull them up |
| But they’re all that’s left |
| And I’m not ready |
| To lose you yet |