It is just how it seems
I am terrified of who I'm about to be
Do I cut 'em of in order to live the dream
Or do I keep struggeling until the death of me
I guess, I guess we'll find out eventually
I mean being stuck in peace seems like a penalty
I need the space to breathe
Change to keep me motivated as we speek
And that's the reason why I keep escaping in the trees
Why I keep on saying what I see
Just to bring attention to the theme
That our flaws are no just make believe
No one really listens 'til I scream