It's hard to reconcile what I've become with the wounded child hiding deep inside.

Here comes another fall from grace
I'm always falling on my face
This attitude that I embrace
For the love I'm trying to replace
I try to kill the song
'Cause the melody's all wrong
And there's a fever coming on

It's hard to reconcile
What I've become
With the wounded child
Hiding deep inside

Breathe underwater
I'm coming up for air
I wanna see another dawn
Coming up for air
Sick of the slaughter
I'm coming up for air
'Cause I've been floating here too long.