I've tried so hard to say some words to you,
I've bled so much and felt so blue.
A part is moving on and losing touch.
My road is getting longer and growing rough.
I walk around some days I never found.
I'm certain you've got spies below the ground.
It's not good times I need,
a promise to believe.

And my mean so much.
My mean so much.

And when they say that I was in demand, and how I changed when I let go your hand.
From where I'm sitting, it seems out of breath.
Far above us, without any left.
Well, this was one that finally stayed a while.
And looking back, those hours made me smile.
I've lived with this before.
Yeah, I've lived with this and more.

My mean so much.
My mean so much.
My mean so much.
My mean so much.

I've lived with this before,
I've lived with this and more.

My mean so much.
My mean so much.
My my my mean so much.