Should we want to keep going somewhere or to a place that we grew up Don't want to hear that silent soundof thinking when we were... (I'm not) cold, tired and low I never feel cold, tired and low I never fell too scared to try Blame it on my heart I still hang on to what may be something that inspired me But every single minute it's like a flash, a moment running stoned What have you done? Is searching for my dream wrong? What do you think about this world? I see you alone one more time In your friends you have no hope You are going down Because the only thing you trust Is envy and disgust You let me down and want me to be a joker Im somewhat better than this I can't agree with the world and all the worst things it shows are so abnormal to me I would wait till it was done Or it turn into a ghost To break down those keys and let me breathe.