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