Try put aside your history and pride

Needed some time. So I could find a little strength to redefine, what I've become. What I have done. I never asked to be the one. I'm riding it out, this storm that you brought in. Bringing it down on me around. For you, I'd go again.

It's gotta be. Easy to see what everyone takes out of me. Knocking me down, dragging me out. How did you end up in that crowd?

Did you run away? Did you fall apart? Did you see yourself for what you are? When you're all alone with the melody, Do you close your eyes and think of me? Will you'll still hear me singing anymore?

Five Becomes Four - Yellowcard