What to say about the choices we will make Every day, it's got to be a raceWe're falling to the floorWe're falling to the floorEvery night, it's going to getI don't wanna think in my own brainWho it's gonna be to remain saneWhen my life is treated like a *** gameI'll never see another dayIt doesn't matter to meThe things that I seeDon't want you to seeWhat a distorted version of me
