everytime i try
to read between the lines
i'm left wondering what i did so wrong
everytime i try
try to rationalize
when everyone went wrong why didn't we die?
everytime i think about
what it would be like without
all the things you give to me
all these thoughts keep running through my head
nothing to believe
look back
find the things i lost
there's nothing left there
so it seems
up hill both ways
nothing left to say
yeah
i don't know how i made it this far
i don't know how
i made it last this long
i don't know why
i try
all these things keeps going through my head
don't know which way to turn
each path
goes up hill both ways
nothing but dust
since i learned
up hill both ways
nothing left to say
i don't know how i made it this far
i don't know how
i made it last this long
i don't know why
i try
up hill
both ways
nothing left to do now
i don't want nothing to see