Remember when we were young
We got so good at being bad
We would shake responsibilities so carefully
And would protect everything we had
We'd spend our days outside
Waiting for the sun to set so our stars could shine
And we would dream of better times
Maybe I was holding on too tight
I get lost in a world that's in the way
I'm who I am, the wannabe
'Cause when I think about memories
I never seem to see the missing piece
And now I'm starting to believe
But panic is all I can do when I feel confused
I'm drowning fast in all of the sad excuses I have used
'Cause all the lost balloons
That you and I let go too soon
I get lost in a world that's in the way
I'm who I am, the wannabe
'Cause when I think about memories
I never seem to see the missing piece
And now I'm starting to believe
Something I'll never feel
Maybe some day in time I will understand
But the tables are turning
And both ends are burning
I think it's okay 'cause the burning is all I am
Have I been standing in the dark too long to tell?
Have I been living with my eyes shut tight?
I get lost in a world that's in the way
I'm who I am, the wannabe
'Cause when I think about memories
I never seem to see the missing piece
And now I'm starting to believe
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