This Crooked Wood

Never needed a reason
I never did
Lost in the moment
Losing control
Taken the best of me
I almost give in
I choke
Words all caught in my throat

It´s in my head again
I can´t kill it

Give a reason
Why I shouldn´t go
I´ve been a fool
I was wrong
I was dreaming
Believed I have changed
I thought and thought
Still I can´t explain

It´s in my head again
I can´t kill it

Trying to make my way home
In the dark and alone
This crooked wood
Runs on and on

It´s in my head again
I can´t kill it