Today I just don't feel as good as I felt yesterday My mind is trapped in thoughts, there ain't no back door to escape Everything was good before I started to feel that way Before I slammed the door, before I cursed, Before I scratched my face Before the rain, before the hurting Before the lies, the distrust, the madness, Before the pain When will these old wounds of mine stop bleeding? And how long does it take before I start to heal? After each time I break down, it's like my heart stopped beating That's after the break outs, after the shouts, after the drain After the rain, after the hurting After the abuse, after the blues, After I took off and threw my shoes After the bruise, after the refuse, After me freaking out and breaking loose