I'm running in place,
and I've been here before.
Maybe I never left,
this place on the floor.

Recreating,
and...
reaggravating,
old sores in my heart.

My shoe's untied,
but I'm not looking down.
"Head up," or so I've been told...
but that won't save me from this town.

Recreating,
and...
reaggravating,
old sores in my heart.

So I trip,
but it seems like I never land.
The freefall won't end,
the pain makes its stand.

Recreating,
and...
reinstating,
those...
reaggravated,
sores in my soul.