I’m doing all of this
Because I know what’s good for me

I want to cry into someone
Without what’s wrong what’s wrong
I want to feel all of my
Hot tears race down my cheeks
With the screams of regret
Slowly becoming whispers
The one thing I know is that
I didn’t play the role but
I was the role

I was the won who broke
With years of melancholies
And months of old organs
Wheezing and squeezing
Every ounce of life
Just so I can continue moving
Through large amounts of strife

Forced to grow up far too fast
In a soul that needed youth
In a body that needed faith
In all of those around her
Wrenching at my chest
Accusing fault and faults

But in the end this is the truth
The one that breathes new infancy
But in the end this is the truth:

I’m doing all of this
Because I know what’s good for me.