Texty: The Scarred. At Half Mast. Gonna Do.

What are you? What are you gonna do? What the hell are you gonna do?

Everything I hate.. it just goes on and on
I've become everyone I said I wouldn't be
You ask me where I'm going all I see is open road behind me
Face in the mirror asking me,

What are you? What are you gonna do? What the hell are you gonna do?

Everyone I know just wants to get away
I got nowhere to go, so I just stay
Bumming around cuz' I aint got no opportunity
Not that I'm lazy, I'm just insane

I'm sorry I ever walked into your life
All I cause is chaos, hurt, and pain
Just got back from London but I've got no plans waiting here for me
My only friend is my Anxiety

What are you? What are you gonna do? What the hell are you gonna do?
I don't know