I'm sick of hiding I'm sick of fear
But as the nights go by, reason comes more clear and clear
Not all at once, but enough to realize
The smile is fake and there are real tears in my eyes
I miss plain old fun, a day with the girls
We would walk on by, like ruling all of the worlds
Plain old pranks, a secret here and there
No matter what, every blme we would share
We had nothing to hide, nothing to fear
Everything was great, so unlike me here
