Pining for the Past

More often than not I think of running away
The things I see and people I know say "Stay"
My reality can make me cry
My future has always been a lie
Cradled in my arms at night
Kissing me 'til I'm alright
All alone...All along
When you try to be like them or they bring you down
When you're writing songs about about a fake hometown
Every song I've ever heard
Every note and every word
Every mountain that I've dreamed
Every person that I've been
All alone...All along
I've stared at the mirror, pining for the past
I've stared at the leaves as I wade through the grass
I don't know if love is real
Though, yeah, it sure would be ideal
We are brothers holding on
Keeping something true and strong
Not alone...All along