If I were the hostage you'd be the taker
With a gun to my head for the remainder
Of time that I trust you until I grow up
Stand up for myself and drink the last cup
Of juice that you wanted and I know it sounds dumb
But it's the first step to getting back, where I came from
Don't listen to me I don't know anything about
Fixing cars or scars you hide under your sleeves
Why am I lost but surrounded by friends
My mind is confused emotions they blend
Into a concoction that no one will drink
I disappear unnoticed no one will blink
A thing of the past
A memory that fades
In a matter of months
No one is phased
Don't listen to me I don't know anything about
Fixing cars or scars you hide under your sleeves
Don't listen to me I don't know anything about
Fixing cars or scars you hide under your sleeves