Everyday they're getting older, more worried bout looking younger It's a patternized cycle, show your face with every slumber It’s equivalent to being full and longing for the hunger Guess it only takes 9 months to build a life of suffering Moneys not enough for them, just waking ups enough for me Told em how I felt and then we sat uncomfortably It's up to me, one of them said If you think you can't well it's all in your head As I shut the front door behind me For the first time, I’ve come out of hiding And the lights so bright For a second I'm blind I can't see the city, I can't see the cars For a second I'm fine