Being young is so confusing
If you don't know where the fuck you're going
Who you are or who you should be
Get swallowed up by the crowd.
The crowd of sharks
That will tare you apart
Sink their fangs into your big, big heart
Without a thought
They leave you back at the start
In the shadows knowing no one knows who you are.
A haunted home, A haunted evening
Ghosts all over town are sleeping
Halloween and scared of nothing
Except for maybe the doubt.
The doubt ill be
Everything that you need
Cause what matters most never mattered to me
In a memory
Or maybe more like a dream
in the end you were the only reason to
breathe
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