Weeks of Isolation (Remastered)

I can't get to sleep There's always something on my mind And it goes so deep I never know what I will find What a crime it is To make somebody feel so small You waited just for this You wear me down while I still can't recall It's bittersweet what makes us so apart There's always something telling you to run It never really gets to be your fault There's always some excuse for what you've done I can't get to see I'm always hiding in the dark Like the oldest tree That has no friends left in the park One last chance to reach The truth that takes me to the light But careful with your speech You don't want to get in trouble tonight It's bittersweet what makes us so apart There's always something telling you to run It never really gets to be your fault There's always some excuse for what you've done