How long will I fly out until I listen
Truth is I'm used to making it up on my own
How long will I climb out I never listen
I'm in remission
No more wide eyes
I can't pretend
I can't pretend
No morning cries
I can't pretend
It's not the end
How long will I say yes over my conscience
Truth is I'm wasted before I take it all in
How long will I blame it all on past life tragedy
There's no remedy
No more wide eyes
I can't pretend
I can't pretend
No morning cries
It's not the end, it's not the end
