Ten Weeks کے بول

I never thought I’d come this far I never thought I’d put this much distance Between me and them Two and a half hours to mexico I'm eight hours from amarillo And I would go farther, still I don’t know why I'm so dissatisfied I try and try, can’t seem to get it right How to become part of their plans I'm disconnected I am withdrawn And I am a facade I'm melancholic I am at arms length And I am probably wrong We weren’t raised to say: I'm sorry We were raised to say that it’s not our fault People always want what they can’t have So I’ll stop offering myself up And I'm not looking for a reason to run away But I haven’t found a reason to stay I'm disconnected I am withdrawn And I am a facade I'm melancholic I am at arms length And I am probably wrong I'm probably wrong