Lost-Shut your mouth, and open your fucking eyes. Just one thing I need to say to you, I'll say my piece and then I'm through. What made you this way? I'm still confused, and the question remains. You don't even know yourself. Walking away is all you'll ever know. Talking that way is all you'll ever know. The only thing that I know. You worry yourself sick and I can't be your savior. I worry myself sick, get over it. It's time to move along. Walking away is all you'll ever know, and talking that way is all you'll ever know. But in the end, what's really left to show? When that's all you fucking know.
Is Peace Out Of Reach-The eyes in the mirror seem they're lying to me. This side of the story is one I didn't see. So I've been faking this feeling for far too long. Why am I pushing the world away? What I feel offers nothing to me. Is it a lie if I believe in myself. Why am I pushing the world away? What I feel offers nothing to me. I can't seem to hide this fucked up part of me. Can't seem to live without, when I'll never figure out what's wrong with me. Why the constant weight on my chest? Why the constant loneliness? I'm gonna keep pushing the world away. These eyes are telling secrets I told them not to tell. These eyes are telling lies, can I believe in myself?