i should've walked i should've turned my head around what is real and what is plastic are not meant to be i would talked unended i would speak my mind i would walk endless till i find my way home when i'm backed against the wall i won't stop until i fall if i fall true to want to kind of feeling in the moment i'll be gone before my time i won't lecture if you won't pretend if you'll be the paper then i'll be the pen show me all your insides if you're ready to begin cause this is why we're called out