What do you want me to say?
I'm so sick of all the lies
Sell outs for the money
That's not who you were
But it's who you are
We all have to grow up

And I know none of this makes sense
because it's all so cliche
I cant take it
Give me something real so I can hold onto it
And Goddamit Im trying to make amends!
But because I'm me it all falls apart.

Everything is an enigma of my imagination
Slowly driving me over the edge
Now you're yelling at me because I can't say it right
I don't understand
My hands are shaking because it's all so hard

In the end does any of this even matter?
Do the words that I just wrote have a point?
I don't think so
Someone help me understand before I forget what I'm feeling