Besedila: My Former Self. This Heart-Broken Tournament. Call Me Sir.

It's me against the world
At least inside my head
It goes by so fast
But I cannot stop the time

Independent
Dependent on myself
To my mind in its own state of confession

Lost, up against the wall
In this time i'll show
Everyone that now on my own I am reborn.

Frustration falls down
With the lies of impossibility
It makes it so hard to breath
Can I get away from this place?
In time to see my face again

No time to think about it
No way to get around it.
You're not in charge of my life.