Around It Songtext
von Ivory Rasmus

God please, teach me how to grow


I got bad habits and good ideas
Haphazard when near ideals
Subpar, that′s the default feel
Thusfar I don't know what′s real
I imagined my friends hid hate
I'd create what I thought they'd say
Inundate me to altercate
Is this really my fate?

I told them that I′d change
I molded to the pain
Land lower than I aim
It always ends the same

I′m never getting saved