This confusion is the transfusion of my mood:
the reason why I'm acting rude,
it's because I'm seeing you not being you.
Should I stay, or get away,
you say you want what's best for me so is this just a test to me,
see who will rest with me or flee from me,
now they've got what they need from me.
the real ones stick with you,
don't kick you when you're down,
my life has been turned upside and around,
because I don't know when the justice is going to be seen,
when my slate is gonna be wiped clean,
when this hate is gonna be released from me like a gate that needs to be undone,
so my trapped mind can be freed and run.
It's not kind to keep me locked inside,
I need to be able to ride out instead of hide out but you think I'm gonna let the side down.
So you're gonna surround me, hound me, and ground me, you've bound me.
All I needed was my friends around me.
I'm crying out, screaming out, dreaming out loud,
but I'm silent, no sound,
no one answers, none can be found.
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