My mood is inconsistent and it changes with the weather.
In the city of resistance,
I haven't been feeling better about anything or anyone that I chose to believe in.
And something tells me I won't find the one thing that I needed.
I'll pick myself up everyday.
Won't let the world around me become a cage I can't escape.
I keep in touch with my mistakes,
but when they surround me it's another panic state.
And I never said a word about the way that I was feeling,
'cause I trained myself to lie and tell myself that I am fine.
Ever since I was a kid,
I've always kept this pain inside.
And I never had that person that made everything alright.
My mood is inconsistent and it changes with the weather.
In the city of resistance,
I haven't been feeling better about anything or anyone that I chose to believe in.
Something tells me I'm about to see the consequence of feeling.
If you ever tried to ask me what was going on inside,
I would sit alone in silence while my thoughts eat me alive.
If I could just go back in time and stop myself,
I'd stop myself from holding everything inside of my head.
In my head lies the consequence of every feeling that I hide.
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