Don't you miss the old me?
The old me wouldn't ever be.
What a waste of anything.

If I couldn't lie again
I would never have a friend.
Here I am, so hear my plea

Call the play. We'll burn the sea.
Breaking bones and I can see
Nameless fears I can't believe

We're losing sight of you and me
Rebel fist sink into teeth.
Golden hearts; they cease to beat

I was born in silence, bored of me.
If only death can set you free...

What kind of life is in store for me?