It was a day and passing
Someone thought something was in the way
No one caught what I caught but I caught it full on
I didn't want to be mixed up that way:
Die? not today cause I know one thing stuck in my head
(should I let it work cause I'll see it once again
I laid down my hands for this it might be the last time)
And when I find the passing
I find myself caught in the exchange
If I could stop hurting if I could get away
I'd like to look and find my place you were right behind me