You see my dad was always sleeping and mums was always sweeping or weeping, so tell me where your heart rest if youre always creeping, i used to runaway and in the night i had to creep in, i lost the plot i didnt know what i was seeking, nobody to turn to so i was never speaking, my died and my heart started bleeding, and to this day yeah you know its still leaking, pain in my heart and minds still freaking,