cause you got those wings on your back,

and they bring out the chip on my shoulder.

i'm so tired of wearing my heart on my sleeve..... of silver tongued conversations.... of having eyes behind my head.

you… don't let anyone rob you of your innocence. because you'll never get it back.

we are all free slaves.... more times than not, imprisoned by our own free will.

we make our own fate, i wish i'd known that back when i still had mine. my innocence.