Everything in front of me
Seemed like fair-game
If I've got time to occupy
I think I need an escape
I think I've made a mistake,
But it wouldn't be the first time
Selfish thoughts turn
Into guilt before my eyes
I'm sure that my sins
Will find me out
Pawning off excuses
On my composure being lost
I'm busy keeping up
With the person I don't want to be
I'm barely keeping up
With the person I don't want to be
And my words?
They're not as real as they seem
