Childish, foolish (you don't know)
What we've become
We scream a little louder and I'll laugh a little harder
What the hell is (wrong with me)
I haven't slept in two, must be sending me to rest
But haven't yet stopped crying
Probably the best that I let the anger,
The pain and even the happiness,
Out with these tears
Angry, hate (confusing with)
What we've become
If we move a little closer, we'll get a little stronger
Let's recycle these feelings
With everyone around me I have never felt so alone
I long to go home
I haven't slept in two, must be sending me to rest
I haven't yet stopped crying
Probably the best that I let the anger,
The pain and even the happiness,
Out with these tears,
Till I'm drained and forget you're name
I, I miss you (ohhh)