I don't want to
I rather not
I hate to
What's the point
You gotta point why?
It keeps my hands tied
And all the words out my mouth is "well I tryed"
Walls close in on this side
Once again ima leave without a trace,
I hate to trace back in what I made
I rather not listen to the try's that I say
It's not that I don't want to,
...wait yes it is I don't wanna stay in this lustful place I made.