My mind's already made Up and way That I'm starting again Find line between a slap on the head Then a kiss on my face And I I wanna believe I wanna believe Such a sour face I turn around, but I can't look away Warm and bitter taste I turn around but I'm locked in distress I wanna believe I, I I I wanna believe That you That you That you, wouldn't do My mind's already made Up and way That I'm starting again Fine line Between the back of head And a kiss on the face I wanna believe I wanna