What am I doing here?
Feeling so strung out
Is there anything left for me
To talk about?
(If I want out)
I know about the things you did
When no one else was around
What is it that you wanted to hear?
I await you, now I hate you
I'm going home
Down these streets I wish I'd never known
Wrapped in the disguise of
Someone happy, someone happy, someone
I'm going home
Down these streets I wish I'd never known
Rank in the disguise
Of someone happy, someone happy
I'm going home
With these truths I should have always known
Far behind the mistakes
Of someone happy, someone happy, someone
What am I doing here?
