How much I wished for another Better, happier, brighter future Here I am at the gate I stand Dear old times I've made up my mind How much you must have suffered through my anger (How much you must have overlooked your wonder) Vulgar (forward) Awkward (sincere) Composure (manners) Here we are at the fated land I shall make it end (Will you watch me end?) Oh Round and round we go Holding on to pain Driven by our egos Feelings (feelings) untold Spinning our own versions of the past That you could never know 'Cause I know I must be the reason why You have given up your smiles And the hope inside your eyes have been stolen I must be the reason why You must tell me all these lies