“I’m tired of being what you want me to be, feeling so faithless, lost under the surface. Don’t know what you’re expecting of me, put under the pressure of walking in your shoes.”

I can’t fall back, I came too far/Hold myself up, and love my scars.

I’ll face myself to cross out what I’ve become, erase myself, and let go of what I’ve done.

And when you’re feeling empty, keep me memory, and leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest.

The 2000s were full of baggy pants and colored hair.

I know I’ll never trust a single thing you say. You knew your lies would divide us, but you lied anyway. And all the lies have got you floating up above us all. But what goes up has got to fall

I tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter. I had to fall to lose it all, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter.

Crawling in my skin these wounds, they will not heal. Fear is how I fall confusing what is real.

I want to find something I’ve wanted all along, Somewhere I belong.

Things aren’t the way they were before, you wouldn’t even recognize me anymore. Not that you knew me back then, but it all comes back to me in the end.

The hardest part of ending is starting again.

Everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge, and I’m about to break.

It’s harder starting over, than never to have changed.

Sometimes beginnings aren’t so simple, sometimes goodbye’s the only way.

I felt this way before. So insecure.

What goes up will surely fall and I’m counting down the time.

I have been able to tap into all the negative things that can happen to me throughout my life by numbing myself to the pain so to speak and kind of being able to vent it through my music.