How in my head can I forgive you?. Make me suffer, yeah. Tryin' to see how far you'll push me underground. Oh, back into the rhythm, fast and trippin' me out.
So what if I never wanna be sober?. So what if I wanna be numb all the time? Yeah. I can't justify why I'd wanna go slower (knowing). Taking my time just ain't my style, yeah.
Here we go. . Dance with the devil inside of me. I'm longing for a second chance. And taste what seems to remind me. Of all my skulls and skeletons. .
Been disconnected for so long. And left my mark here along the way. So many years have come and gone. So many fears have remained the same. . I see a faith, I swim and play.
I have my opinions and I try to stick to them, call me childish if you want. But I guess the concept of that depends on who sets the norm. And if submitting to the expectations of our surrounding means growing up.