What was I supposed to do in this city that never sleeps?
Well it's finally taking a nap,
but silence always screamed the loudest at me
because now the voice in my head's the only thing calling out to me
While these acidic teardrops rain down on me.
Sorry my head never realized my heart was in charge.
What am I supposed to do
with all this time in my mind-
feels like all I've been doing
lately
is living life on repeat.
When did my past start defining what my future's gonna be?
If the best weapon is words,
why haven't I already won this war?
