Testo This Crooked Wood

Never needed a reason
I never did
Lost in the moment
Losing control
Taken the best of me
I almost give in
I choke
Words all caught in my throat
It's in my head again
I can't kill it

Give me a reason
Why I shouldn't go
I've been a fool
I was wrong
I was dreaming
Believed I had changed
I thought and thought
Still I can't explain

It's in my head again
I can't kill it
Trying to make my way home
In the dark and alone
This crooked wood
Runs on and on

It's in my head again
I can't kill it