Still Faith's p.o.v.

Stuck in reverse, it smells like a dead teen spirit.

Born with curse hands, experiencing false hope

has been the greatest surprise ever. Dreaming

of paradise and yet preparing for an early demise,

the sunrise clings onto life. Stuck in reverse, it

smells like a dead teen spirit. Coming undone,

this wild firecracker goes on unspoken and

uncounted for. This sad life, poisonous bad

apple, living in this crazy mad world makes

no sense at all.