Text: Whitlams. Following My Own Tracks.

It's getting harder to decide on which way i should go
Should i let myself down fast?
I don't think i wanna know
It's over said but understated just how hard it can be
Hey i think i've seen this road before and it's so hard to believe
I'd be back this way again after i told myself to leave
You never said that it was gonna be easy
But i didn't know just how hard it would be
I go 'round and 'round
I'm lost and found
I'm never happy in the middle I've gotta be up or down
Just when i think I've found level ground
I turn around and destroy all of the life i've found
Well self-destruction's kinda dumb
But if you do it well

You can find heaven if you can handle hell
It's all a part of understanding
just how strange life can be
Living a lie becomes so easy
but now i just want to be free
I feel inside out never thought i'd doubt
my ability to work it all out
Going forward to fall back
working hard to relax
I never thought that i would be following my own tracks
it's going 'round... It's going 'round... It's going 'round