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My anger is a sign of disgust with myself A stewing serenade I hear the sirens on their way The chemicals inside of me just kept on swimming through my veins Maybe I should make a move and try to leave this all behind I listen to the absence of noise Dead summer breeze, I'm inflated with suspicions Seems I've identified again the criminal of my intent Imagine exercising that same routine you reinvent I'm just a cold face on the street slow and somber in my patterns I'm just a friend you'll never meet I am the love that never happens My days exist in meaningless ways I need a way to shake this I'm making lost time famous My heart goes rushing to my head whatever happened to me Weeks spin forward I'm aware that I've been living in reverse I always hesitate like the future is engraved Roots here grow really deep they're networked beneath the city streets It's a structured kind of madness I always turn away back to a safer fate I always hesitate From Letras Mania