Chip Away کے بول

I chip away Cause I'm not ok! So I... I chip away! Poked a hole right into myself And inside I found someone Who said I was ok? Still I don't feel easy! On this tree Among the blossoms Caustic ally I am the thorn Close my eyes To take up spare time I wish just could be Where the crowd goes With the crowd They must be going somewhere Up from the catacombs I can be into the Angel again He took the high road And I took the low road We both were dirty faces We both were dirty faces I don't, I don't, I don't, Don't feel easy?! I don't, I don't, I don't, Don't feel easy?!