willful

You're in your own world Isolated from reality And while you still feel The worry of another world Oh, I can see you take The stresses of a modern day Oh, how you make it real And god you're so good at playing the victim You really fucked up, fucked up for the last time Choked up, choked up in our last fight Shoot me down, shoot me down, you're the riptide But I guess you want it that way Guess you want it that way Oh, I can see you take The stresses of a modern day Oh, how you make it real And god you're so good at playing the victim Fall back, I know End times, are close Our hopes and dreams Are only regimes for the broken soul Soul