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