I swear to God I wasn't born to fight Maybe just a little bit, enough to make me sick of it But I-I-I-I can read between the lines I want to run from everything But my legs won't work, it's clear to me I-I-I-I haven't been much myself And I feel like my friends are being put through this hell Feeling, I think that I'm living, if you could call it living So brash and unforgiven Ruled by the vibe I'm bringing Serving myself Serving myself The timing's poor I know it's never right It's hard to see this time of night Hard to know the reasons why I fucked it up again Still, I breathe a sigh It doesn't seem so lucky now But maybe I can figure out Why I haven't been much myself And I feel like my friends are being put through this hell Feeling, I think that I'm living, if you could call it living So brash and unforgiven Ruled by the vibe I'm bringing Serving myself Serving myself ♪ Wait and see, I'll be making my own way now I'll be making my own way now, to where I got to be Wait and see, I'll be making my own way now I'll be making my own way now, to where I got to be I-I-I-I haven't been much myself And I feel like my friends are being put through this hell Feeling, I think that I'm living, if you could call it living So brash and unforgiven Ruled by the vibe I'm bringing Serving myself