With all the decisions that I’ve made
It sometimes feels as if I am living
On borrowed time.Â
How on earth do you make a rhyme,Â
Spin a web of lyrics but not of liesÂ
I can sympathize,Â
I can cut ties,Â
But I can’t deny – Â
That I honestly just love the chaos.Â
You can’t do the crimeÂ
Without being willing to do the time.Â
I keep telling people, “I’m fine,”Â
Because I’m tired
And being sad gets old.
I’m terrified,Â
Every second of everyday,Â
In every bone, In every way.
I opened Pandora’s box –
I couldn’t stay away
Now I carry it with me
My price to pay.