I thought I was inspired, turns out I'm just bored
It only happens every time before this
And when I go to listen, I wanna end this whole facade
I'm hanging up the call of the great outdoors
Pollution suits this crooked state of mind
And when I go away from here, I hope it wasn't all a waste
I both idolize and fear you
Time is running out of my way
Listening, but I can't hear you
Just tell me what I need to say
I thought I was the opposite of you
Turns out I'm just reflecting everything you put me through
I don't want to live this way
How can I break out of the truth?