Текст: Slick Shoes. Rusty. Bounce.

You're stuck where you fell.
Your past comes back to haunt you.
Things you thought you'd learned again and again didn't fit well inside your head.
The victim of a crime of the mind.
To heal, it will take more than time.
All I can do is pray that you would feel more like you did yesterday.
They don't know you like I do.
They never even tried to.
You're misunderstood.
You're feeling all left out.
I see the terrible norm is tearing you apart.
Now what can you do?
It's time to face the truth that life is just a tour and you're along for the ride