I might go losing it and drive off of a cliff. Fall in the void. And if I blow my brains out all over the scene. That's madness curing sadness. These walls ain't talking back. Might as well finally paint them black. I'm out of ideas. The ceiling is all I have downward from here. I'm ripping apart. Who am I?. Who are we?. Who am I?. Who are we?. All I want is to feel complete. Who am I?. Who are we?. Confused. Truth is what I choose. Heal I never do. Asking who are you. I don't have one clue. Seems I hate him too. Seems my color's blue. Who?. I always end up back in a cycle of shame. Looking in the mirror is hard. Some days I hurt myself. To distract me from distraction. That's madness fixing sadness. Going on adventures to find. That the answers aren't plain. But there's comfort in tears. Decoding my sacred heart flying from here. No more falling apart. Who am I?. Who are we?. Who am I?. Who are we?. All I want is to feel complete. Who am I?. Who are we?. I hate the drugs but I love the numb. I hate the gun but I want the sun. I hate the drugs but I love the numb. I hate the gun but I want the sun. Confused. Confused. Truth is what I choose (what I choose). Heal I never do (heal I never do). Asking who are you (asking who are you). I don't have one clue (I don't have one clue). Seems I hate him too (seems I hate him too). Seems my color's blue (seems my color's blue). Who?. I hate the drugs but I love the numb. I hate the gun but I want the sun. I hate the drugs but I love the numb. I hate the gun but I want the sun