Conflicted thoughts with tension burning like a furnace, Growing up slowly but ageing quickly on the surface. Nobody can teach me, which path I'm supposed to take, But I thought I would have learned by now, mistake after mistake. I'm weak but I'm strong, I'm right but I'm wrong, I've been a sensitive psychopath all along. Sometimes I lie awake and think, "What the fuck am I doing here?" "I'll do it tomorrow" but now yesterday is last year.