My mind's already made
Up and way
That I'm starting again
Find line between a slap on the head
Then a kiss on my face
And I
I wanna believe
I wanna believe
Such a sour face
I turn around, but I can't look away
Warm and bitter taste
I turn around but I'm locked in distress
I wanna believe
I, I
I
I wanna believe
That you
That you
That you, wouldn't do
My mind's already made
Up and way
That I'm starting again
Fine line
Between the back of head
And a kiss on the face
I wanna believe
I wanna
