Finger Eleven Follow

Thought I could fake this thing alright

Thought it could somehow get me by

Watching the doctors as they slide

Needles into my eye

Thought I could finally get around

Laughable symptoms keep me down

Faces I see all keep me blind

And now theyre redemptions mine

Now that I cant exchange actions for words

Now that I found these inside fears the worst

Now that I know theres no place left to hide

Can I become all I thought I might

As the leaders who follow the path of whoever was standing round them

Call to say what Im missing and into a detail they always go

Dont believe them but offer condolences under the circumstances

All too often Im missing the spirit to fit in so call me out

Thought I could soundly sleep tonight

Positive clear and breathing right

Panic attacks, panic attacks me now

Seems like a fair redemption