Holding on to silly things, I never learn. Start a riot in me, let's start.

You can't tell me to heal; and it hurts remembering how it felt to shut down. The truth never set me free, so I'll do it myself.

Does someone care to classify our broken hearts and twisted minds so I can find someone to rely on.

There's nothing to it, I've never been happier, never been happier.

But I guess you can't accept that the change is good, it's good, it's good, it's good.