I was a boy, when I gave up on the people that I thought I liked I knew saying nothing won't set me free from this living hell But I am sure there was no other choice when targeted for the meaningless abuses Sometimes I'll pray Sometimes I'll crave Sometimes I'll beg But I'll never wish to be someone else Even if I don't feel right being myself My lyrics are the slightest of intentions A glitch created by emotions It has took me through weird directions A place I found while drifting in the fourth dimension Not a soul, like this world morphed by fake connections Sometimes I'll pray Sometimes I'll crave Sometimes I'll beg But I'll never wish to be someone else Even if I don't feel right being myself A face making noise can do no harm to me Now I cancel out the noise with my telly The time when nothing was simple will soon be a thing of the past I did enough And I had enough