la lallallala la la la lalalalala when i grow older will i be able to see all the things that made me, me reflect back upon all the broken dreams the avenues and where they were supposed to leed for now as it stands i dont even know who i am, who i was, or who im supposed to be im just a cluster of memories thats barely holding together will it be the same at the end i wonder daily there isn't rhyme or reason, nothing to keep me in place, devoid and tired of this empty space, done with being the resident basket case, think i need to find a new way to twist my face, and find someone who can keep up with my pace la lallallala la la la lalalalala this timing isn't great, it isn't what you want this futures looking bleak, and nothing can be done why cant i see the end, i know its coming soon only lived half my life and damnit if i aint already through ive had experiences i wouldn't trade for the world, but have memories id forget if i could been stabbed in the back in broke apart pieces were lost when i was put back together its been kinda fast but also slow, so now where do i go? i have this feeling that i tend to overthink, if the reaper decides to come for me all i'll give them is a wink, why did i spend so much of my time feeling like i'd sink, i coulda soared been evolutionary a brand new missing link. but i wasn't...... there isn't rhyme or reason, nothing to keep me in place, devoid and tired of this empty space, done with being the resident basket case, think i need to find a new way to twist my face, and find someone who can keep up with my pace la lallallala la la la lalalalala they say fate is something that controls us all but what if i'm a non believer what if i dont give in to the standard pleas and take what i want.....man if only nobody near, they are all far gone gone gone away i tried as hard as i could to be the person the one who lived for a brighter tomorrow but on my very first day i was late, so i gave up and took the bait, it wasn't even to satiate, so this hunger rises trying to escape the gates, but im glued to the spot with only a thought of something i ate.... there isn't rhyme or reason, nothing to keep me in place, devoid and tired of this empty space, done with being the resident basket case, think i need to find a new way to twist my face, and find someone who can keep up with my pace la lallallala la la la lalalalala
