It's in my face
How much I've changed
The colors clash
Of who
With a stutter, I'll be talking
No with my sickness
I'll get
Oh, to be young
It sounds like so much fun
Oh, the
With our hands up high we're screamin
Whoa whoa oh ..
In that room where you sit, where you live
I know
In this strange tender love I'm learning how to see.
Sick of drinking poison
Sick of worrying
Sick of telling lies
You're
I'm looking for some stable ground
Some kinda place to lay
Souls on Ten- The Almost- MonsterMonster
Windows down, our moods on
I'm on a mission
That I think I can't handle
It's hard
