Was it my fault you were there   Always venting in your head   Was it my fault you were there   Alone and lying in your bed       It was my fault you were sad   Alone and sitting there   Should have been mine, should have left   Wondering what was next   You were supposed to be living large   Instead you weren't in charge   Gotta hang on the rest of this       Get outside, don't stand, go roam   Still your mind you own   Realization comes to play   Gotta make it   Get outside, don't stand, go roam   Now your name is known   Realization comes to play   Gotta make my way       And now that one thing's always true   All the dillusions you'll get through   Letting go