Worst Days

What if I wake to a new sun? Turn my back on everything I've begun Tides change, and the stars trade places I have to wonder if I'm in the same phase When did the world learn to turn without me? When did my shadow flee? Who said I'm the errand boy? I've been torn and carved in the deep end I turned my back, and at once the world changed I catch my breath, and I find that I've grown strange New ways to make the same mistakes Rewind the tape for another take I think I'm in my Worst Days I think I'm in my Worst Days I'm not your slave or your enemy I'm not your slave or your enemy