Maybe I was the killing kind
But my leaving has gone awry
The patience bending out of shape
Inside out my poor escape
Time turns a key that I'm holding on to
Can we feel the freedom another day
Hail to the truth inside hiding from you
Can't let it fail to deliver us away
I'm turning around and I'm telling the truth
Look at me I'm the only one
To release what I'm running from
And now these thoughts of hope embrace
The me I'm turning round to face
This time, decide, to look hard, inside