Since you’ve aged, you’re at the stage
State of mind, but not confined
Told what to do
Reality bit you but it’s not the time
Your dreams miss you
You… try to compensate
You… try to contemplate
You… but you retaliate
Behind the man is the hand
One in control, one that forms the mold
She plays a role
For her own goal
She never planned to love the man
You… try to compensate
You… try to complicate
You… but you retaliate
Pain, it’s what you make
Take, at what stake
Pain, it’s what you make
What you makе
What you make
I thought you were swеll
I can never tell
You didn’t mean well
Go hide in your shell
Go hide in your shell
Go hide in your shell