Does it all just come together? 

The feeling of knowing you're lost shouldn't shine like treasure.

Cause i'm scared and nervous, plus i'm tired of the weather. 

This anxiety beats like snare drums.

It repeats, cause I have no where I can run.

I’m weak, but I don't want to sit back. 

I want to build this frustration, take aim and attack. 

I've lost all of my confidence, cause some people don't know how to treat people like people. 

I swear it's pure evil and they don't see the circumstances to how it's so f******* lethal.

But here I am again.

Between you, the bottle, and that dress that's always see through. 

I feel empty all of the time, even when I need you.

You don't act like we've had history and it's deceitful. 

Did someone place these memories in the back of my brain or did I just not meet you?

Who is the real you? 

Cause some people swear they've seen the sequel, while I'm still watching previews? 

I guess, I just wanted you to be true.