I slam the breaks on my mind Reverse. Reverse. Reverse. Back to a time where everything was trivial. Where it didn't matter if I tripped up Cut my knees Cause they could heal... Broken things could be repaired.
And now I wonder Am I too far gone to mend my self? My troubled head And fix the way I think about life I often dwell on death instead.
They tell me: imagine the things you say to yourself now Are what you are saying to your childhood self Are these things ok to say to a child? Or should you shut your mouth?
I slam the accelerator of my mind Forward. Forward. Forward. Towards a brighter time ahead. Where it doesn't matter if I mess up Be reckless Cause in time things will heal. Broken things can be repaired.