When we were young, we had it rough
Short on money, short on love
That's how the wayside takes, the wayside keeps its ghosts
Thick as thieves, my fears and me
We've been rolling now ten years deep
That's how the wayside takes, and it keeps a hold on me
Oh, I'm living in a no man's land, nowhere land
No place left to go
When I'm running from myself, I'm holding on to hope
And struggling to cope
And there's places I can't leave
When they're leaving a mark on me
So I'm living in a no man's land everywhere I go
I'm running from myself
Right age, wrong crowd
Blamed it all on my hometown
But it wasn't them, they never let me down
No, it was me, I drank, I smoked
I held it in until I choked
Still these roots are wrapped around my feet
Oh, I'm living in a no man's land, nowhere land
No place left to go
When I'm running from myself, I'm holding on to hope
And struggling to cope
And there's places I can't leave
And they're leaving a mark on me
So I'm living in a no man's land everywhere I go
I'm running from myself
No man's land
I'm living in a no man's land
I'm living in
And there's places I can't leave
And they're leaving a mark on me
So I'm living in a no man's land everywhere I go
I'm running from myself
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