I mix up the meaning of lust and lost Nothing seems right, no matter what choice I just have a specialty in wasted youth and that is the cost Of having no source of happiness, and no voice
I never learn from my mistakes, I repeat I look at is as it "just who i am" But the taste of trying hard is so sweet But all I do is make more fire, more flame
I just wanted to fix my mind But I look to others to hear my answer that never comes But they won't be honest, or they are blind I walked away, embrace my difference and take my comfort outside
I cope with measures of society with opinion I stand tall for the one's that have no intention of knowing me All my mind is, is a trouble maker in prison But I wake up and never know which me will come out Who will I be