Usually break the things that I love Usually break the things that I love Build them up too high just to watch them fall down Sins of my father are heavy, carry the weight on my back Wouldn't you think by now I'd be ready To love myself and to love each other With open arms but my heart's not ready to love you I'm not ready for this My feet are getting sore but I keep running I do it again and again and again but I found nothing I gave my heart to the wolves and they tore it open I did it again and again and again and I got nothing But I'll do it again and again and again till I feel something White room but I closed all the curtains It's only a matter of time before the good starts hurting Mom always said keep the bad things you do in the closet But when they start overflowing you get a house full of problems When a good tree dies bad fruit starts falling My feet are getting sore but I keep running I do it again and again and again but I found nothing I gave my heart to the wolves and they tore it open I did it again and again and again and I got nothing But I'll do it again and again and again till I feel something Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I'll do it again and again and again till I feel something