Everyday they're getting older,
more worried bout looking younger
It's a patternized cycle,
show your face with every slumber
It's equivalent to being full and longing for the hunger
Guess it only takes 9 months to build a life of suffering
Moneys not enough for them,
just waking ups enough for me
Told em how I felt and then we sat uncomfortably
It's up to me, one of them said
If you think you can't well it's all in your head
As I shut the front door behind me
For the first time, I've come out of hiding
And the lights so bright
For a second I'm blind
I can't see the city, I can't see the cars
For a second I'm fine
