Here's my chance to think up All the things I wanna say All the things that make me feel that I'm afraid The clock is turning backwards As my mind has gone astray And the world before me simply peels away Like a poor and broken child I'm here among the wild Thorns that cut me deep when I breathe in I'm tearing away, from all of the pain From all of the things that make me feel that I can't dream I'm tearing away, from all of the pain From all of the things that make me feel that I can't... Here's my chance to think up All the things I wanna say All the things that make me feel that I'm afraid The clock is turning backwards As my mind has gone astray And the world before me simply peels away Like a poor and broken child I'm here among the wild Thorns that cut me deep when I breathe in I'm tearing away, from all of the pain From all of the things that make me feel that I can't dream I'm tearing away, from all of the pain From all of the things that make me feel that I can't dream I'm tearing away I'm tearing away