Wiser plan always on someother's mind
Shortest path, blocked out
greener grass always on the otherside
Despite your whereabout
My words are like sharp arrows
that cut you inside
The road ahead can be tricky as it leads
to repentance
That remind you of how easy it can be
denying identity
My words are like sharp arrows
that cut you inside
Everyone to whom, you are looking up to
they are nothing but the drops in the flood
No more fitting in, now try to begin
Seeking deep inside the truth you can't abide
My words are like sharp arrows
that cut you inside
My words are like sharp arrows
that cut you inside.