Confessions stuck in my head, a really good stock.
Regret not being the son that my parents always thought.
Bet I ain't the friend that my friends did ever want.
Morals not enough so everyday, I'd pray to God.
Bad days remember him, not good ones at all.
This shame is not on my parents; this shame is on my own.
Conceptions stuck in my head, a really good stock.
Remember being the person calling her slut at ball.
She was trying out on all boys, but no one just seemed to talk.
I was sitting other side, meanwhile, my back rested on the wall.
She came towards me in a hope to get her problem solved,
But I screamed at her in ego. She sat opposite me like a doll.
Saw my mirror in her and a common fall:
We both were sitting down like helpless,
Everyone dancing around.
Like the similar leaves of the trees that get down in fall.
Separated from the crowd and not green at all.
Crushed by some random feet, like they were never born.
Never alive–forever died is just like never born.
We sat staring each other with no other thoughts:
Maybe things would have better,
If I ever pray to God.
Maybe things would have better,
If I ever pray to God.
Maybe things would have better,
If I ever pray to God.
Maybe...
Chilblains on my feet, but I never stop
Walking, or talking, or stalking.
If you living happy life,
It's just God joking,
Cause when the joke's gonna end,
Happiness would be replaced by being broken.
Oh God, have mercy on me!
This joke's gonna make me thirsty.
Oh God, have mercy on me!
This joke's gonna make me thirsty.
Oh God, have mercy on me!
This joke's gonna make me thirsty.