Everyday they're getting older, more worried about looking younger
It's a patternized cycle, show your face with every slumber
It's equivalent to being full and longing for the hunger
Guess it only takes nine months to build a life of suffering
Money's not enough for them, just waking up's enough for me
Told 'em how I felt and then we sat uncomfortably
It's up to me, one of them said
If you think you can't, well, it's all in your head
As I shut the front door behind me
For the first time, I've come out of hiding
And the light's so bright
For a second I'm blind
I can't see the city, I can't see the cars
For a second I'm fine