Staying in the same spotnWhen he falls down, he can't get upnNo one there to help his causenGoin' off somewhere in his visual thoughtsnAnchored down by his muted statenHis useless done forgetting a facenFor what he's worth, the same as nothingnForgetting the past the present has something nnAnd it's inspired by this bring up a cursenAnd it's something he was seeing getting worsenAnd it's something forced to fearnSomething forced to fearnAnd if freedom was your callingnThen just get away from here nnLeaving his friends is what he's donenAnd what he needs is what he's lostnForgetting the past to try at his bestnHe's trapped in this, his loneliness nnHis loneliness is all that he's worthnLiving, breathing, seeing, being on his ownnAnd he'll never keep you herenNever keep you herenAnd if living was your callingnThen the end is yours to fear nnThe past is the past, the present's the presentnAnd both are the same if nothing's being done to... nnChange...nLive...nBe something nnMake...nLife...nBe something nnWhat's past has gonenThe present is something n