I'm not too sure of this chapter. I'm still sewing things together, and thinking of a big revelation moment I can have between Russel and Noodle, like the one with Muds…
but so far it's … … … … … … … …
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Noodle was still in Murdoc's arms, and time had gone by quickly. Occasionally, her body would tremble and he would hear her sniff, recovering from her recent outburst and crying-spell. He was still puzzled as to why she'd shown him such affection, and was now wondering if the dullard had actually told her anything about what he'd done, or if she was just ignoring it. Of course, he wasn't going to bicker about it anytime soon. She needed him to be the good guy for her right now. Eventually, she pulled away and sat up, rubbing her eyes as she spoke, "Thank you, Murdoc-san, for… staying, and… comforting me."
He swallowed back the saliva that had collected in his mouth, "Anytime, love …Er, well, ih's almost lunch time… 'ow 'bout we get lards t'make us some grub, eh?"
She rubbed her stomach and nodded, "Mm. That sounds good."
"Yo, Muds, where ya at?" A booming voice echoed. Murdoc and Noodle's eyes immediately flashed to the staircase.
"I'm up 'ere, lards, not tha; yew can exactly git up 'ere at the moment," he chuckled to himself, smirking devilishly.
"I'ma ignore that last comment," Russel threatened. "Didja find baby-girl?" Noodle looked at Murdoc nervously, not knowing if their 'talk' would be mentioned. She would tell Russel and 2D about it later, herself, when she was ready –when she was sure they wouldn't rip Murdoc apart when they found out he'd accidentally left her in Hell.
"Oh yea… yea, she's fine. Just catchin' up is all," he looked at her, thinking about their short confrontation that quickly turned into a discussion, explaining a few things he'd never known. He felt his chest ache with guilt as he looked at her in her battered state now, and he felt the need to retch. He'd never felt the need for guilt before, but this was definitely an exception. "She wos, erm," he spotted her instrument, "She wos jus' playin' some songs wit'er guitar."
"That's great," Russel boomed, his voice flavoured with a smile. "Come on down here, Noods."
She looked at Murdoc, grabbing a hold of her guitar before standing up and walking to the stairwell, where two milky-white eyes were searching her out. "Hey, baby-girl. You ready f' some lunch?" She nodded down at him, descending the first couple of steps until she stood right over him. He opened his arms, "Jus' jump on down." She flinched, nervous. Was he insane? She looked at him –his smiling, yet somehow serious face answered for her. Yes, he might be insane, and I don't think that was a request, she sighed, but a demand… oh well…
She sat on the ledge so that her feet hung over the side of the step and looked down at him. She handed Russel her guitar, and he placed it on the desk before walking back to her and opening his arms again. Not realising he'd followed her, Murdoc pushed Noodle lightly from behind with his foot, and she gasped as Russel caught her in his embrace- he hadn't noticed Murdoc's interference, but Noodle certainly had. She felt herself become annoyed; she actually felt the emotion in her body, coursing through her blood and nerves. She looked up at Murdoc, feeling her eyebrows scrunch together to display her emotion. His eyebrow perked, noticing her face –her eyes anyhow, her mouth was still emotionless. He looked her over, knowing she usually didn't have expressions on her face these days, then realised the reason for her response and laughed. She stuck her tongue out at him –a childish gesture –and he only laughed harder before hopping down the steps himself to join his two bandmates as Russel put Noodle down and the father-daughter duo began to head towards the kitchen.
While sitting at the kitchen table and chewing slowly on a piece of toast, Noodle stared blankly out the window, thinking about what she'd just done. It was normal for people to scrunch their faces, controlling their muscles to display emotion. For Noodle, however, it felt like something entirely new and different. She was satisfied that she was remembering how to do such things, today had been a feat; but what if it turned out badly? What if it only hurt her more? Somehow, she wasn't quite sure of what to make of any of it. She'd hid from her emotions for such a long time. It was always raining in her head. Would emotion only bring turmoil?
Noodle looked over at Russel, his hands buried in a bag of crisps with a soda at his lips. He was staring at the telly on the wall to the opposite of the window. Typical handiwork of Murdoc: if it doesn't have a telly in it, then it ain't a room… A room worth occupying anyhow… she sighed, looking back to the space in front of her. Murdoc was sitting in his chair, leaning dangerously far back, his feet stretched out and crossed, resting on the table as he read a newspaper article that had been dropped by an aeroplane, along with many other supplies over a month ago. Noodle jumped when she heard a voice echoing through the rooms loudly, but Russel and Murdoc seemed unphased.
"Muds! Russ, I can't find 'er! I can't find Noodle –she's gone! Did yew find 'er anywhere?" 2D's panic stricken voice entered the lounge, coming closer to the kitchen. Russel looked towards the doorframe, while Murdoc acted as if the voice didn't exist. 2D rushed into the kitchen, catching Noodle halfway through a bite of her apple. She stared up at him curiously, feeling bad that she'd made any of them worry. In more ways than one, she added to herself as she stared at the still fresh cuts on her arms. She finished her bite as 2D stood straight, his body slowly going rigid as her took in her presence. Noodle perked her eyebrow at this, then felt slightly elated for another movement in her face.
"Er, yeah, I found 'er, D… Well, Muds did anyways," Russel answered after a long moment, looking over his shoulder at Murdoc. 2D looked at the green-skinned man as well, an odd feeling overcoming him as he wondered why Murdoc cared to look for her in the first place. He looked at Murdoc curiously as he tried to come up with anything that could have provoked Murdoc to give any notice at all.
Murdoc looked up at him, then smiled mockingly. "'Ey, faceache! Look oo's decided to join us, love?" He looked to Noodle, who was staring at him as if to say, Did someone hit you in the head while I wasn't looking? He saw her expression and winked, enticing her to giggle through her lips, her face twitching slightly.
2D noticed the exchange –all of it –and smiled widely. It seemed as though Noodle was somewhat recovering. "'ello, Noodle-girl," he spoke cheerfully.
"Hallo, 2D-san. Are you doing well," she asked politely, taking another small bite out of her apple.
"Uh-huh. M'fine, fanks," he grinned, then went to the fridge to grab a beer, snapping it open and taking a swig.
"Wull, I dun want ta git awl caught up in this love-fest," Murdoc blurted out, standing to his feet. He folded his newspaper under his arm, walked over to Noodle and she looked up at him as he placed a kiss on her forehead then patted her hair playfully. "I'll see you later, love," he told her, before turning around to exit. 2D's eyes grew wide as he saw their exchange.
"Are you sure you don't want to hang out, Murdoc-san?" Noodle asked, not looking to him as she spoke. She focused on the apple in her hand.
"M'sure, gurly. I can only stan' so much o'that bein' nice deal," he told her casually.
"Thanks," she referred to the agreement they'd had earlier. He only waved his hand over his shoulder as he left the lounge and walked into the study.
2D tried to be nonchalant as he took Murdoc's now empty seat. "So, er… well… how're yew feelin, Noods," his eyes were fixed on his hand gripping the beer can as he spoke.
Noodle noticed his sudden nervousness with her, so she answered slowly, "I'm feeling better… a little." She reached across the table, looking to see that Russel wasn't paying any attention, and grabbed the can of liquor out of 2D's loose grip. He stared, wide-eyed, as she brought it to her lips and allowed the dark liquid to stream into the mouth. She swallowed lightly, then handed it back to 2D, who took another drink himself. She stood abruptly, then scratched the back of her head nervously. Why had she just done that? She turned to Russel, avoiding 2D.
"Russel-sama, I'm going to go to my room, okay," she told him in a quiet voice.
He turned toward her and smiled, "Alright, baby-girl."
She quickly paced toward the doorway, freezing once she stood beneath it. She felt compelled to turn back, so she turned her gaze back into the room, turning her body to get a better look as she turned her head to stare back into the dark voids of 2D's eyes. His look was one of confusion and concern… but also something Noodle couldn't quite decipher. It made her shiver, and when he returned her gaze more thoroughly, as if he was about to get up himself, she quickly gasped and turned tail, leaving the room as quickly as possible.
She retreated to her sanctuary, sighing in relief once she had fallen onto her bed. She had a quick smoke, then reached for her suitcase. She'd been here for over a week and still had yet to become fully unpacked. She pulled it onto her bed and opened it up, going through all of her tattered old possessions. She put her clothes away, and threw her CD's lazily onto the top of her dresser. She placed her maps in a mostly empty drawer. The last item she found she had buried at the bottom of her suitcase. She never knew why she'd felt compelled to want this item as her own, but as she placed it upon her face, it became clear to her once she looked into her mirror.
It was gone –she couldn't see the ugliness that marked her face. The bruise from her past wasn't visible when she wore this. She felt… almost normal… hiding behind this piece of plastic. So she allowed it to rest upon her face. Even as she reached for her music and began to play her sweet tunes, the mask sat upon her face.
She thought about what had taken place just moments ago. Her face… she was beginning to have feeling in it. Had it ever felt like that before? Noodle couldn't remember the last time she had smiled –if she ever had before. As if to balance out her peace however, her mind was raging a war. The demons were raging and the souls cried out to her. She threw her mask to the ground, then turned out the lights. She walked to her dresser and pulled open the drawer, reaching inside to pull out what had become one of her most constant companions –other than Kazuno. She traced along her arm, drawing blood as she carved the blade into her skin. Tears began trailing down her face. Why can't I stop? …I can't make up my mind…
The pain overwhelmed her, and the knife slipped through her fingers. She fell to her knees onto the ground, wishing that her family was here by her side, until the world around her blurred, and Hell took its place. Gasping for breath, Noodle took the blade and cut into the skin on her shoulder, cutting along another path, and Hell instantly disappeared. It seemed as though this day was just one good day Noodle would be having. This day was out of the ordinary flow of her original routine the passed week, and the next week that now passed was much like the last.
Of course, it was different. Much different. But the feeling she had before remained the same. Things probably would have progressed, and Noodle may have healed, but Murdoc wasn't around to reach out to her like he was before. He had left them all after he had left the kitchen that morning. He had packed a few things, and took his little aeroplane and left.
Russel promised Murdoc would be back though. He said Murdoc had temporarily shut down the cyborg and locked it up tightly in the cupboard. He went to the mainland to gain access to the States… and to work out getting his work visa for the country. Of course, what he was primarily going there for was to get the proper wires and a new hard drive for the cyborg. Knowing him however, Noodle had the feeling he would probably end up not getting the parts he really needed. He needed the wires to reconnect the missing circuitry and he would download the cyborg's programming and memories onto the new hard drive to place into her body. She'd be good as new… and not a threat to the original, or so he hoped.
So Noodle had no one to connect with… at least, that's how she saw it. She couldn't talk to Russel. He'd dig much too deeply. He always knew how to see straight through a person and connect to their deepest fears if they gave him the chance. He could see straight down to the root of anyone's problem… usually. But Noodle didn't want to face it so soon. It scared her. And she was still trying to recover. With Russel's digging around, she was bound to only get worse.
There was always 2D, and at first, the day after her encounter with the man in over a week, she tried to talk with him, but he avoided her at all costs. Of course, it could have been the other way around, but she just didn't see that. She couldn't look him in the eye without feeling helpless, and that demon was still mocking her. It craved for her to look into the voids so it could disguise itself and torture her. Of course, whenever she was sure she was about to leave the room, 2D would be gone, and each time it left Noodle feeling abandoned and more lonely than ever… and she was running low on her cigarettes now.
It had been 1,2,3,4… today was her twelfth day back, and she was starting to look healthier. Each morning after breakfast, she went to the kitchen now to drop off her dishes, instead of waiting for whoever normally did it to do so. After that, she and Russel would watch anything on the big screen that lowered out of the ceiling in the study. It was normally small talk or drawn out conversations that avoided any touchy subjects such as Noodle's absence or 2D's avoidance.
Right now, late in the evening, Noodle was once again in the study with her father, Russel. He had his hand in a bag of crisps, an almost constant look for him, and they were absently talking until he came across something interesting on the telly. "So how was Coachella? That was a while back, was it not?"
"Huh…? Oh, yeah. Well, I wasn' here at da time, an' Muds still had 'D locked up, but from what he tol' me, Jamie an' Damon did awl da work cuz Muds didn' have 'is damn work visa, so dey kicked 'im out, y know," he told Noodle.
She shook her head, absorbing the information, "What do you mean, Murdoc 'still had 2D locked up'?"
He froze, mid-chew. "Er… did I say tha'?" She nodded. ""Wull, yea… Um, I think maybe, if you want t'know, you should ask 'D 'imself… or Muds when he gets back…" Noodle sighed, knowing she wouldn't get anything more. "Does that cyborg really not bothah you, baby-girl?"
She looked at him blankly… of course, she always looked at everything blankly. "No," she shook her head. "I mean… of course it bothers me… but I guess it just doesn't surprise me that Murdoc-san would do that. He did need a guitarist after all… and I wasn't exactly here when I should have been…" She sighed, feeling as though she had been replaced, but she deserved that for leaving, didn't she?
He clenched his fists, "It don' matter. He shouldn'a done that… it… it's like… he didn' even care you were gone…" Noodle reached over to pat the top of the large man's hand.
"It's fine, Russel-sama," she murmured. "I should not have left."
"No, it ain't," he grunted. "I's not yo fault eitha, so don't go sayin' that –"
"Russel, it does not matter anymore," she spoke to him, trying to calm him down by keeping her tone nonchalant. "It is in the past. What's been done cannot change, so… just leave it behind… Dell would have wanted you to."
Instantly, Russel felt himself relax at the mention of his former best-friend, and he turned to smile lightly at Noodle, "Yo right…" He sighed, his face dropping once more. "Why don'chew go on down ta bed? It's kinda late," he suggested.
Noodle rubbed her eye as she spoke, her eyes feeling tired and dry. "Okay. Goodnight, Russel-sama." She stood and kissed him on the cheek before turning and walking lazily to the lift, then down to the lighthouse.
This night was more relentless than ever. Noodle had never felt so restless in her sleep in all her life. She could feel her body shifting, even in her rest. Her sleep was light, and she could even hear the relaxing sway of the ocean moving around the island. It wasn't until she heard a soft click that her mind began to calm. It seemed so familiar, and yet Noodle never remembered this happening before. But then, she was never usually in such a light, dreamless sleep. She was still unconscious as she felt something move her body into a more relaxed position, then pull her blankets over her body. She heard them sigh, and the scent of butterscotch began to fill the room.
Next, she heard an almost purr emanating from the same source, the noise gradually shifting into words. Comforting words that had begun embedding themselves deeper and fuller into her since her subconscious mind had begun listening two weeks prior to this moment now.
"When lies become reality, yew numb y'self wiff drugs an' t.v. Lift yoself up ih's a bran' new day. So turn y'self roun'. Don't burn y'self –turn y'self. Turn yoself aroun' to the sun –" Noodle moaned lightly as the words began to stir her mind, making itself work to decipher and understand the words. In consequence, she became conscious, and fully aware of the voice so close to her. 2D gasped as Noodle's eyelids began to flutter open. He took a step back, hoping she still hadn't noticed him.
"2D," she whispered, rubbing her eyes drowsily. He sighed in defeat, gulping nervously.
"Er… y-yeah, N-Noodle-girl?" He stuttered.
She slowly sat upright before continuing. "What are you doing up here," she asked, her vision still blurry and the room still dark.
"I-I wos just, er, ch-checkin' up o-on yew," he rubbed his fingers together, looking at the floor. "Yew l-look c-cold in te mornin'," he told her.
"You… do you come up here every morning, 2D-san," she questioned, curious with his choice of words.
He chuckled nervously. He could never lie to Noodle… not with something like this at least. He rubbed the back of his head before pushing both hands into his trouser's pockets, then he took a deep breath to answer her. "Yeah, I do come 'ere every mornin'. Russ made me do it at first… but, aftah tha', I kinda come 'ere every mornin' t'make sho yew're awright… and b'cause 'e wants me t'give yew yo breakfas' n'awl tha'…"
Noodle's head tilted to the side, "You're the one who's been doing that? All this time?" He nodded. "You've been taking care of me?"
He nodded once more, "Uh huh." He felt his face scrunch up, his eyebrows pulling together. He was expecting her to be disgusted, or attack or something, but instead she looked as though she was deep in thought. She looked to him again, her eyes glistening All this time, Noodle was so sure 2D wanted nothing to do with her, but here he was. He'd been taking care of her since she arrived, even if it was from a distance. He was just trying to give her space, which was what she had needed. But right now, what she'd been wanting was for him to do what he always used to: crawl in bed with her and hold her close, telling her that everything would be okay. And maybe he was trying to do that, but Noodle kept pushing him away. Her eyes became hot as tears began their escape down her cheeks. She felt her chest tremble as she slouched forward and pulled her knees up to her chest. 2D took a step forward, but stopped mid stride. He wanted to comfort her, but whenever he'd done so before, he ended up getting hurt. Last time she tried killing him after all.
After a moment of reason, 2D threw his thoughts aside and walked toward her bed. He hesitated before pulling himself on top of her covers and pulling her onto his lap. She gasped when he pulled her out of the blue, but relaxed immediately when he held onto her gently. "2D… I'm sorry," she whispered.
"For whot," he asked, pulling her against him and rubbing her back as she began to sob.
"For leaving without saying goodbye… For hurting you all those years ago," she choked.
"Dun apologize fo'that," he contradicted. "I knew yew wos gowna leave… ih jus' scared me, is awl… An… yew came back," he whispered, holding her tighter, tangling his hand in her hair. He bit his lip, hating they way she was becoming so upset right now, and he didn't know how to help her.
"It doesn't matter… I am a horrible best friend," she cried quietly. "You've been taking care of me… and all I've done was run away… then lie, then I avoid you, and… and all I've done is make your life harder–"
"Noodle," he said sternly. She stopped, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she listened to what he had to say, "Listen to whot yo' sayin for a second… Those are awl lies." He pulled away, scooting back so he could look her in the eyes. "Don' believe 'em fo' a secon'… Yew didn' run away –yew took a break. Yo' life isn' ezac'ly easy…. Yew nevah lied cos yew can't lie if yew don' say anyfink… Yew haven' made me life 'ard. Hell made yo life 'ard. I'm just tryin' t'pick up te pieces…" He spoke desperately. She concentrated on his words, avoiding returning his gaze, but his words ringing true. She been living in lies. "An' it does mattah cos yo a great frien'… yo' life's jus' bin rough –it ain't yo fault. We shoulda bin there t'stop ih... I-I shoulda… An' yew 'aven't bin avoidin' me –ih's te othah way roun'. Russ said yew needed space… an' wull, I… I-I wos kinda scared…" His lips trembled.
She looked up into his face, his last words catching all of her interest, "Scared of what?"
"Scared I'm gowna lose ya," he grinned sadly. He combed his fingers through her hair again.
"I'm not going anywhere," she whispered.
He reached up to brush her cheek lightly, deciding to change the subject and distract her. He needed to do something to lift the sullen mood. "Yew 'ungry?"
She nodded, standing up and hopping off her mattress, "Would you stay and eat with me?"
He smiled, "I already ate, but sho, I'll stay wiff yeh."
She led the way down, sitting on her lounge chair and pulling the bowl of oatmeal into her lap. 2D took a slice of toast and laid down beside her, perpendicular to her body. He stared at the ceiling, his head next to her lap and his legs hanging off the end of the chair.
"2D…" Noodle broke long the silence. Still, he stared lifelessly at the ceiling, watching the lanterns as they glowed dimly. She tapped the side of his face, trying to get his attention.
"Huh," he blinked, then looked up to her. "Oh… sorry." He sat up, turning his body to sit about a foot away from Noodle. "Whotchya want, Noodle-girl?"
"Why that song?" She asked him.
"Whot," he scratched his head.
"Why did you sing that song," she asked again, knowing he wasn't quite on the same track as her.
"Whot song," he asked again, clearly dumbfounded.
"Demon Days," she became more specific, "Why were you singing it when you tucked me in?"
He rubbed the back of his neck, "I dun'no. It jus'… called out t'me… Y'know? Like, y' feel wurfless, an' yew want t'be numb, but yew can't jus' give up. Y'got ta keep goin' cos tomarrah's a new day, wiff a new chance ta start over, I guess…" Noodle's felt her eyebrows raise. She rarely heard 2D speak so deeply before, but it was usually from his own experience, and often forgot what he said the moment it left his lips.
He smirked, touching her forehead with his fingertips. "Your face… I noticed… Yew've bin making es'pressions again…" He looked down, into her eyes, though she was staring at her lap. "Why don' yeh ever smile no more, Noodle?"
She sucked in a breath. He had noticed? She looked up at him, into his eyes. It turned out to be a careless mistake. She had hoped to try and explain, but once her eyes met his, her worst nightmare came back to life. All her defenses were down, and the dark voids became red. The last words he spoke to her were lost as she began to stumble backwards, screaming to get away, but the beast grabbed her by her arms as she began to reach for anything nearby she could use as a weapon. She jabbed into his side –into one of the body's pressure points, and he jerked away, gasping for breath. She ran upstairs, searching for her escape. She spotted the flick knife, and lunged for it. She cut into her forearm, carving along the side, careful of the blood vessels, but the vision wasn't fading. The demon was still there.
"Stop it, Noodle," 2D yelled, but his voice went unheard. "Wos wrong wiff yew?" He ran for her, grabbing her knife and chucking it across the room. The look she gave him was one of pure terror, and it broke his heart, but he quickly composed himself when she made a run for the weapon again. He pushed her down. 2D had been afraid this would happen. He pushed her to the ground, straddled her struggling form, and pinned her arms to her sides underneath his legs so she couldn't wriggle free as he placed his hands on either side of her face. "Noodle!" He yelled, but she couldn't hear him.
"Get off of me!" She yelled back, but another voice answered, catching her off guard so she stopped struggling momentarily.
"Kazuno?" She called. 2D stared at her, confused. She was lying on her back, but looking to the side. She stared as if there was somebody there. He looked to where her eyes had wandered, but the space was empty. It was just the two of them.
"Noodle," Kazuno was speaking fluently now. "Remember what Murdoc-san said! Remember what he said, Noodle!"
Her thoughts flashed back to the roof.
* "One keeps following me. He looks like 2D-san," she choked, biting on her lip.
…
…
"When do yew see 'im?" Murdoc had asked. His tone supposed he knew the answer Noodle didn't, but she was too upset to decipher anything behind his words.
She sniffed, thinking about the last time it'd happened. "Every time I look into 2D-san's eyes, that demon comes, and 2D-san leaves me," Noodle admitted.
Murdoc sighed, mumbling something indecipherable. He rubbed her back, " Listen 'ere, Noodle. The nex' time yew see facea –2D, and that demon comes, dun do nuthin. Jus' wait, an' call 2-Dents –say 'is name or sumthin ter get 'is attention, alright gurly?" Noodle nodded.
"What will that do?"
"I dun know, but tryin' couldn' 'urt, eh?" He chuckled. "Jus dun attack 'im…" She reluctantly nodded again. *
She gasped, doing what Murdoc had instructed. "2D-san," she yelled out his name. She let herself relax –which was the last thing she wanted. The demon could hurt her this way… but Murdoc had said it was okay. "2D," she called out desperately. The demon was staring down at her, and she felt transfixed in its gaze. She closed her eyes and yelled again, "Stuart!" She felt familiar fingers brush across her ruined cheek.
"Noodle," the voice seemed far away.
"Stuart?" She spoke desperately. She looked around, avoiding letting her eyes fall on the demon pinning her down. "2D, do not leave me!"
"I 'aven't left yew," he whispered, his voice pained. Her eyes grew wide when she realised how close he was. She opened her eyes to seek out the voice. "Noodle," he called for her again, his entire face masked in anguish as he saw how terrified he made her, but he released her arms when she stopped struggling. When she focused on him, he felt his heart stop when he figured out that she was looking at the new scar on his forehead. He flinched when she reached up to brush it with her fingers. He watched her face, befuddled that she'd been trying to kill him a moment ago, and now was petting his scar. Suddenly, everything made sense to her. There was no demon… she was suffering from a delusion –or she had been. That's what Murdoc had been talking about…
She realized her actions, then looked into 2D's face, horrified. "Oh my god, 2D… I… Did I do this? Did I hurt you…?"
You
In your shell
Are you waiting for someone to rescue you
From yourself?
Don't be disappointed when no one comes
Don't blame me, you didn't get it
Don't blame me, you didn't get it
Don't blame me, you didn't get it
I already told you that falling is easy
It's getting back up that becomes the problem
Becomes the problem
If you don't believe you can find a way out
You've become the problem
Become the problem
You
All alone
Are you waiting for someone to make you whole?
Can't you see?
Aren't you tired of this dysfunctional routine?
Don't blame me, you didn't get it
Don't blame me, you didn't get it
Don't blame me, you didn't get it
I already told you that falling is easy
It's getting back up that becomes the problem
Becomes the problem
If you don't believe you can find a way out
You've become the problem
Become the problem
I already told you that falling is easy
It's getting back up that becomes the problem
Becomes the problem
If you don't believe you can find a way out
You've become the problem
Become the problem
Falling is easy
It's getting back up that becomes the problem
Becomes the problem
And if you believe you can find a way out
Then you've solved the problem
You've solved your problem
Staind - Falling