| I remember the lost confusion of innocence |
| With feelings worn so clean |
| I wish I could look on this with different eyes |
| And ignore the blinders reminding me |
| Older… |
| Wiser… |
| Sadder… |
| Trust has abandoned me long ago |
| Stolen by careful dishonesty |
| I have forgotten how… |
| I have forgotten how… |
| I have forgotten how… How to believe |
| Stop me from loving to destroy |
| Stop me from destroying all I love |
| Stop me from loving to destroy |
| Stop me… |
| The pain has stripped away all rationale |
| And left suspicion in its place |
| I wish I could cling to this with different arms |
| And never know the feeling of loss or emptiness |
| Older… |
| Wiser… |
| Sadder… |
| Trust has abandoned me long ago |
| Stolen by careful dishonesty |
| I have forgotten how… |
| I have forgotten how… |
| I have forgotten how… How to believe |
| Stop me from loving to destroy |
| Stop me from destroying all I love |
| Stop me from loving to destroy |
| Stop me… |
| The death of youth breathes life into this fear |
| Suffocating confidence |
| I die each day so I can save myself |
| Close my eyes, ignore the truth, and try hard to pretend |
| So afraid… so afraid… so afriad… of myself… |
| Stop me… stop me… stop me… what’s wrong with me? |
| Stop me… |
| What’s wrong with me? |