Fitting in with the crowd isn't life
fitting in with yourself is the only life needed...

Sitting in this room
all I can hear is wind...

Door wide open
wanting freedom...

You where a geek in elementary school and then all...

Was only 16 years old
decided to fold...

Moss's growing on trees
children growing up...

Walking blazed
music in my ears...

Staying up all night
mascara smeared eyes...

Lied about where i was going
went to his house...

Just passed it around
Why did I break the promise...

Do you know someone who has a zen garden? a mango...
they seem to be the sentimental building blocks of...

Chills rolling down your back
when the words are said...