out of control

what a time feel alive
hating my reflection in the mirror once again

i'm not being quite myself
i'm sure i'll never will

you love lying on the floor
feeling your lungs out of control

get out those things out of my head
probably is just another memory dead

the other kids seem so clever
too blurry to believe
the other kids seem so much better

our favourite time 
our favourite day


so much noise in your head is gonna leave you deaf