What's right, what's wrong?
Divide my heart, my mind
Two parts
I try, I lie, I cry
I die a little inside
What's right, what's wrong?
I'm right, I'm wrong
Most the time
I write my songs and cry
To feel something inside
I know I'm cold
I got it from my father though
I know I'm cold
I got it from my mother though
Everything left or right
Up and down, black and white
Settle down, maybe write
Fallen angels what I fight
Move around in the night
I wont cave, but I might
And their grip is really tight
I'm not bound by their spite
But they found all my light
Polinators of the fright
They surround at the rite
I might give up my life
Why do we do this dance?
I do not understand
Why must we always petend?
We wish it all was different
Why do we do this dance?
I do not understand
Why must we always petend?
We all wish it was different