Sometimes I just want to break down at your feet
Fall from the cross that sets you free
I know my enemy is always in me
I tear apart my aching heart
These aching tears stream from my eyes
The joy you seek when another one cries
Why must we always say these good byes
And keep a string tied between the miles
I'll run away sometime in June
There was nothing old and nothing new
I've been falling apart, been overly used
Cannot take the pounding of the bricks in these walls
