Never was good at math
Always sat at the back
In the bottom class
Writing all these
Thoughts on my note pad
I like sounds, like stories,
Like shapes, like colours, like
I just wanna feel something,
I just wanna be real, wanna be something
I just wanna, make a difference
For the people that need someone, uh
Why's it always have to be so calculated?
All these numbers don't add up
Sitting wishing they could
All just see what I created
Still I'm counting on the clock
And I keep falling for it
Yeah I keep falling for them -
Guys, who tell me that the
Truth is crazy in a world full of lies
It's that type too good with their words
But they suffering with this kinda darkness on the inside
It's like my gut knows, I get warning signs
Still I fall for the charm each time yeah
Guess I'm way too nice, why why
Do I let them change my mind?
Let me go back to where it all began ...
Sat at the back in the bottom class,
I like sounds, like stories, like shapes, like colours, like -
I just wanna feel something
I'd give anything if it
Means just to feel something
Cause I know how it feels to be nothing
But I've never known how
It is to be certain on something
Why's it always have to be so calculated?
All these numbers don't add up
Sitting wishing they could
All just see what I created
Still I'm counting on the clock ...
And I keep falling for it
Yeah I keep falling for it...
It's like 1 ...
Don't really mean nothing
Living just to give it
Wishing it was different
Lonely on a mission on a planet with a vision
Feeling like a prisoner no one there to listen
Uh, 2 3 4 ...
Gotta find the balance are they willing at they wicked?
Heads or tails, are they team opposition?
Yeah you got to trust you're even
Don't tell me I just gotta focus
I'm a curious child with emotion
Give me the method or the motive
Then maybe we, maybe we can solve this