Lately I've not been myself
I know I should ask for help
Dreaming but falling behind
Stare up at the ceiling at night
Lost
In my hometown
I can't
Find my way out
Drive with no headlights
I read somewhere
If you're tired of London
Then you're tired of life
I started up a fire
Watched it burn
And the tables turned
Now you know
I'm done with crying
'Though I never mention it sometimes I can be delicate
I'm tired of crying
'Though I never mention it sometimes I can be delicate
It happens time and again
Don't know what to say to my friends
Then it's just me and my soul
That's when I know, that when I know
I keep my head down
And I'm going all out
I'm not running back now
I'm going somewhere
I'm not tired of London
Just look up at the lights
I started up a fire
Watched it burn
And the tables turned
Now you know
I'm done with crying
'Though I never mention it sometimes I can be delicate
I'm tired of crying
'Though I never mention it sometimes I can be delicate