Chasing lights of dying stars, unwilling to make peace with our past
And future yet to come

Another step and you will see, this heart is locked but not from the inside
No wonder it is numb

Damn you with your innuendos, can't you see I'm trying to end this?
Damn your cynical suggestions, I don't think I have the patience

I'm sick and I'm tired of your flawlessness and your righteousness
And I'm glad that though you keep on shining, I'm no longer impressed

Running low on serotonin, I need more time to grow some skin
And stop this latent state of mind

If all the choice I have as human, is be myself or be approved,
Than fuck this – I'm one of my own kind!

Damn you with your innuendos, can't you see I'm trying to end this?
Damn your cynical suggestions, I don't think I have the patience

I'm sick and I'm tired of your flawlessness and your righteousness
And I'm glad that though you keep on shining, I'm no longer impressed