It's never been so crystal clear
that i've been dying six months a year
arguing with strangers about why i'm still here.(woah ohh)
no one lets me forget
questions about my relevance
and i'm starting to believe their arguments
in my self-defense
it's just my self-destructiveness
and always wasting all my breath
and it's still a mystery
why i'm doubting all my dreams
all the things that i say
will someday fade away
but the message in the songs
has kept me sane all along. [x2]
the years hit like like fist to face
and some days i've tried to replace
this person with the same god-given name. (woah ohh)
some days i shake till noon
i've tried to explain to overcrowded rooms
across these states my narrow point of view.
but what can i do?
it's just my self-destructiveness
and always wasting all my breath
and it's a mystery
why i'm doubting all my dreams
all the things that i say
will someday fade away
when the message in these songs
has kept me sane all along [x2]