And now i'm a ghost, at the bottom of kingston road. Just west of hell, just east of home. And as i sit here, overthink everything. Begin to over analyze just what it meant to me. Like i'm caught in the rain. A string of bad luck i should be use to this routine. But it's the little things, that make me realise, I'm just tired of this scene. With that being said, i won't make a stand. For something i don't believe in. With that being said i won't make a stand, For something i don't respect or believe in. Another song about two feet, following your heartbeat. All of that is bullshit. Never got me through anything. Anything at all. I 've got a lot of friends but it don't mean shit. It shows my inner beauty when i treat them like it. I'm always sad or i'm angry. They call it teen angst, so i guess it hasn't left me. I'm not my biggest fan and you should know that, I go back on my words like i never even said them. One day, I'll be able to, Lift more than just one finger...for you! With that being said i won't make a stand, For something i don't respect or believe in. Another song about two feet, following your heartbeat. All of that is bullshit. Never got me through anything. Anything at all. Anything at all.