The world is spinning
I don't see the end
but i can't see the beginning
the mistakes i make
they all start when I wake
this life doesn't seem fair
it seems like no one cares
you yell at me
i say i hate you mistakingly
so i go in my room
and blare the music
life or death this is the time to pick
the next thing we know the flowers bloom
and we're still in this mess
i act like i couldn't care less
but really it eats at me
i guess I'm paying the fee
for all my mistakes
