All around me are forgotten faces Empty places, hollow traces Bright and early in their worn-out cages Going nowhere, going nowhere Their silence fills their shallow spaces No expression, no expression Hide my head, I can't outrun this sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrow And I find it kind of heavy I find it kind of strange The dreams I keep surviving Are the ones I can't explain I find it hard to answer I find it hard to breathe When we're all just chasing circles in a maze that never leaves Broken patterns Broken patterns Children waiting for their chance to feel good Empty wishes, misunderstood And I feel the way I never thought I would Sit and wonder, sit and wonder I went to school, but I was never counted No one knew me, no one knew me Hello teacher, can you see what I've become? Look right through me, look right through me And I find it kind of heavy I find it kind of strange The dreams I keep surviving Are the ones I can't explain I find it hard to answer I find it hard to breathe When we're all just chasing circles in a maze that never leaves Broken patterns Broken patterns Running in the same old lanes Trying to escape the names Can't outrun what still remains It's all just broken patterns And I find it kind of heavy I find it kind of strange The dreams I keep surviving Are the ones I can't explain I find it hard to answer I find it hard to breathe When we're all just chasing circles in a maze that never leaves Broken patterns Broken patterns Falling through my shattered world Broken patterns Broken patterns