I see these footsteps in the sand
That lead to where I want to be
But I could never be
And my footsteps seem so small
But they get me where I have to be
But sometimes I want to leave
And I can’t get it out of my mind
Playing chaser to all who take lead
I think I need help, but
Who asks for help?

And would it be wrong to say I’m sorry?
Would they care or would they notice?
Who would notice?

But at least I can see it now
But I saw it all along
Hard to believe, even harder to breathe

Ten steps back and I’m starting to run
Please take back all the things that I’ve done
Well can you see me I’m down on my knees?
Well can you see me I’m starting to bleed?

I’m sorry
They’re sorry