Back from the edge Back from the dead       Back before demons took control of my head                      Back to the start    Back to my heart    Back to the boy who would reach for the stars                     (              ) You can take my home    You can take my clothes You can take the drugs I have that nobody knows                 you can take my watch   You can take my phone    You can take all I’ve got ’til I’m skin and bone                 I don’t want control    I can dig my own hole    I can make my bed and I can lie in it cold                      ’Cause I dont need heat I’ve been burning in hell But now I’m back with my own story to tell                  Back from the edge      Back from the dead       Back before demons took control of my head                       Back to the start        Back to my heart   Back to the boy       Who would reach for the stars           Back from the edge      Back from the dead       Back from the tears that were so easily shed                    Back to the start        Back to my heart   Back to the boy       Who would reach for the star               Oh he would reach for the stars                                                     They don’t like my lies They don’t like my songs Except in karaoke when they’re sing along                       Did you see they build me up? Watch me tears myself down With a smile on my face I dug my grave in the ground We all make mistakes    We’re so quick to judge It’s hard to forgive when we hold onto a grudge                 So turn down the heat I’ve been burnin’ in hell                  But now I’m back with my own story to tell                       Back from the edge      Back from the dead       Back from the tears that were so easily shed                    Back to the start        Back to my heart   Back to the boy       Who would reach for the star                Back from the edge      Back from the dead       Back from the tears that were so easily shed                    Back to the start        Back to my heart   Back to the boy       Who would reach for the star               Oh he would reach for the stars                                                     I don’t want control I can dig my own hole    I can make my bed and I can lie in it cold                      ’Cause I dont need heat I’ve been burning in hell But now I’m back with my own story to tell                   Back from the edge      Back from the dead       Back from the tears that were so easily shed                    Back to the start        Back to my heart   Back to the boy       Who would reach for the star                Back from the edge      Back from the dead       Back from the tears that were so easily shed                    Back to the start        Back to my heart   Back to the boy       Who would reach for the star               Oh he would reach for the stars