Recklessly, I’ve been searching for something
I stumble now and then but I continue on
I know I used to look foolish
But I still kept running on so I wouldn’t have regrets
The only one I could seem to trust is myself
I didn’t need something like friends
I turned my blade every way, to just about everything
The fragile and fickle wings of puberty
I want to become stronger; to have the strength to live on my own
The truth is that I’m afraid of being betrayed
Nothing will change by running away
I understand, but I am still unablе to change
The triumphantly adorned solitudе called PRIDE
Were the wings I used to escape to useless ideals
The triumphantly adorned self-assertion called RIOT
Behind this light, there was no freedom
Teenage bluey days, I remembered the stormy days
Then I realized the burden of solitude I carried; Loneliness
I’m tired of the painful truth that I'm just alone
Because I didn’t wish for it
The triumphantly adorned solitude called PRIDE
Were the wings I used to escape to useless ideals
The triumphantly adorned self-assertion called RIOT
Behind this light, there was no freedom
I stumble now and then but I continue on
I know I used to look foolish
But I still kept running on so I wouldn’t have regrets
The only one I could seem to trust is myself
I didn’t need something like friends
I turned my blade every way, to just about everything
The fragile and fickle wings of puberty
I want to become stronger; to have the strength to live on my own
The truth is that I’m afraid of being betrayed
Nothing will change by running away
I understand, but I am still unablе to change
The triumphantly adorned solitudе called PRIDE
Were the wings I used to escape to useless ideals
The triumphantly adorned self-assertion called RIOT
Behind this light, there was no freedom
Teenage bluey days, I remembered the stormy days
Then I realized the burden of solitude I carried; Loneliness
I’m tired of the painful truth that I'm just alone
Because I didn’t wish for it
The triumphantly adorned solitude called PRIDE
Were the wings I used to escape to useless ideals
The triumphantly adorned self-assertion called RIOT
Behind this light, there was no freedom
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