First wave, crashing in Contemplate my beliefs It's just these memories I wish I could get out of my head I'll dwell on things I can't ever change I never had a clear view on them anyways These memories He's twenty three just like me The mother cried so hard at the funeral home Picking a casket for her son She didn't think it would come in her lifetime But it did Again again again What makes you really hurt What makes you do the things you do That hurt everyone else It leaves another mark That won't ever watch off That won't ever disappear Feeling discontent That no one knew you had That no one could fix It whispers in the wind Goodbye Every chance I get I'll find another way To keep things off my mind He meant, he felt it, the needle pushed deep in his skin As deep as it goes it haunts As long as I wait for things to change It never cleans up the same These broken dreams this broken life It'll never be fixed it'll never be