The Mold

It's strange because I know
Exactly how it feels
To get down so low,
that you may never heal.

and it's strange because I feel
exactly what I know,
because in my eyes it's real,
and your lips are moving slow...

and it's strange because I feel,
like everything has fallen
even though I'm sure
everything is standing up.

and it's strange because I feel,
as though the world around me
has given up the fight,
because I was not enough.

and it's strange because I feel,
exactly how I used to
No matter what you say,
you're very much the same.

and it's strange, because I know
Exactly how it feels
to fall into the mold
where so many were before.