We are the fallen the dropped and crawlin. We are, we are- the youth of the na-a-tion. We dream in rhymes and speak in colors. Baby close your eyes, you might just see me. Just maybe. If you really try
If I keep myself busy I won't notice how easy it is to lose people.
I am only losing the ones that don't serve me anymore. That's gotta be okay.
I have to let everything be okay.
