I just want to help myself
Discover inner peace
Except that concept doesn't make sense to me
Life is exhaustingly crazy
We find ourselves fading
Always in the background
That's where were staying
To me I am the enemy
The summer nights
Pink lit street lights
Laughing in my face haunting me
Searching for self absorbed honesty
One thing's for sure, when I look in her eyes
I get nervous
I guess that's the Reaper's purpose