I swear to God I wasn′t born to fight

Maybe just a little bit, enough to make me sick of it

But I-I-I-I can read between the linesI want to run from everything

But my legs won't work, it′s clear to me

I-I-I-I haven't been much myself

And I feel like my friends are being put through this hell

Feeling, I think that I'm living, if you could call it living

So brash and unforgiven

Ruled by the vibe I′m bringing

Serving myself

Serving myself

The timing′s poor I know it's never right

It′s hard to see this time of night

Hard to know the reasons why I fucked it up again

Still I breathe a sigh

It doesn't seem so lucky now

Maybe I can figure out

Why-y-y-y I haven′t been much myself

And I feel like my friends are being put through this hell

Feeling, I think that I'm living, if you could call it living

So brash and unforgiven

Ruled by the vibe I′m bringing

Serving myself

Serving myself

Wait and see, I'll be making my own way now

I'll be making my own way now, to where I got to be

Wait and see, I′ll be making my own way now

I′ll be making my own way now, to where I got to be

(I-I-I-I haven't been much myself)

Wait and see, I′ll be making my own way now

(And I feel like my friends are being put through this hell)

I'll be making my own way now to where I got to be

(Feeling, I think that I′m living, if you could call it living)

Wait and see, I'll be making my own way now

(So brash and unforgiven)

I′ll be making my own way now to where I got to be

(Ruled by the vibe I'm bringing)

Serving myself

Serving myself