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.
