When was it decided that my ideas and interests,
would be determined by my reputation?
I don't get it, I don't fucking get it
I'm missing the point
so ill sing the sing for anyone who's confused
Lost in a sea of faces that I don't even know.
Shed my skin, I'll still be the same.
I haven't felt like a tourist as much as I do now
taking in all the sights and sounds
being misunderstood never felt so good.
While you talk and follow with all of your excuses
lost at the crossroads of your youth.
With stolen clothes
and newfound eyes
Confessed and walked to the opposite side
you walked away,
the lights are out
Now there's no coming back
There is no more youth