Was it always like this?
Finding new ways to clench my fist
It doesn't take a genius to prove
I take swings at the things that remind me of my youth
You'll never keep them guessing
Wearing other people's clothes
So just start confessing
Mother, Father, Sister, Brother
Everybody knows
There's nothing you can do to wash away your past
They'll just laugh and laugh when you ask
will it always be like this?