i might be a sinner
i might be a saint
either way it doesn't matter
we all die the same
i don't care if i go to hell
i'm already in it anyways

i'm no longer a kid
but i'm not really an adult
i'm scared all the time
scared i'll never be enough

i write about love because its the thing that i crave
i write about problems that i don't wanna face
i write about what would've happened if you stayed
i write about things that i wish i could change

i'm searching for meaning
but mostly i'm feeling scared
about what else time will take