Burning, I can feel the flame,
Bleeding, I can sense the pain.
In a word, It seems like I've heard,
All these words spoken once before.
So here I stand, all alone, all alone again
But this time, the pain won't last forever,
I've been run over by this train before.
My name, brings another color,
It's time, I find another way home.
For if I stay, I'll be in the way,
Of all those riding the same train, again.
I've been on all the tracks,
But none seem to lead me back, back home.
I've seen all the tracks,
But none seem to lead me back, back home.