| Yeah
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| An idle mind is where the demons roam
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| Last night I met fear, doubt, hurt, hate, pain
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| Told me, «If you don’t change, then we don’t go»
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| They’ll give us life, and then we don’t grow
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| They got me thinkin', «Am I really in control now?»
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| This whole town doesn’t really feel like home now
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| My family been sayin', «Mark, you gotta slow it down»
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| Out on a date, she say, «You really on your phone?»
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| «Wow,» livin' through my phone now
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| I been feelin' disconnected
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| Everyone around me, they would never get it
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| Do they love me 'cause I’m hurtin' or they get the message?
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| Only love me when I’m workin' 'cause they want percentage
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| I remember late night writin' here to tell you the truth
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| Back when I was too broke, servin' tables just to pay for a booth
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| Back when really, I had nothin' to lose
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| Back when—ugh! |
| Fuck it, brace yourself for the news
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| Last year I saw my dad pass away right in front of my eyes
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| A couple fake friends showed me who they were in disguise
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| My ex-girl told me nothin', but lies
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| So maybe I was just in love with who she was in my mind
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| I been lost inside my mind lately
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| I been losin' track of time lately
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| It’s like I barely know who I’m lately
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| I been prayin' for a sign lately
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| I been yellin' at the sky lately
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| My only question, that was «Why?» |
| lately
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| Why is it I’m weak if I show the people I feel?
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| And why is it they told me that time is all that can heal?
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| When it’s I who needs to heal me, been searchin' for somethin' real
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| And I know that we attracted the energy that we deal
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| I been overthinkin', overthinkin'
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| And nowadays I find 'em over-drinkin' on a weekend
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| The people yellin', «Where is Mark? |
| 'Cause we fuckin' need him!»
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| See, this is somewhere you can go when you feel like there’s nothin' else to
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| believe in
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| I never could plan the doubt, I never could plan the pain
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| I never could plan the number of people screamin' our name
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| I never could plan the love, I never could plan the hate
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| I never could plan the love would turn into hate when it’s fake
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| I never could plan the fear, I never could plan the hurt
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| I never could plan that I will be helpin' people with words
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| I never could plan the heart that was put inside of my chest
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| I’m a human here with a vision, no less or more than the rest, ahh |