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?