I’m hanging myself out on the linentrading in bad memoriesnand trying to findna purpose to push onnnI've grown accustomed to fallnI’ve learned the lesson of hush, don’t talknjust stand keep that head tallnnAnd I see bricks for feetnbut his hands were meant to swimnso he just treads for nownAnd I’ve seen matters deepnand its cold realitiesnso I’ll force a smile for nownnI’ve always let someone control my fatenI’m too scared to learn from my mistakesnbut i will relive the same scene.nIm living the same scene.