For every person born in life we're doomed
before we crawl to face up to all the challenges that
supercede our call things that we just can't control we force
upon ourselves our anxieties we hide away like books upon
a shelf all our dreams and childhood nightmares drown in
alcohol bedroom with broken glass and cigarette smoke
stains the wall on top of broken promises trust is hard to keep
a challenge that was made to fuck the strong and doom the
weak too young to forgive too old to forget all the things you
don't regret and I know somewhere our there things resolve
themselves restitution paid and penance made for all the
things that went to hell it seems that all our problems are
the ones that we create by forcing in a perfect fit what others
so easily fake but faking smiles while wearing crowns is what
we're raised to do despite all of my training it's something I'm
still getting used too.