| Only time will tell | |
| A miss for a match | |
| I think you've found the niche | |
| Now I am twenty one | |
| Young, but still getting older | |
| Now I've been wanting more | |
| Than what you have taught me | |
| To show me the rivers | |
| Life living underneath a billboard | |
| The sidewalks infested | |
| The people of plastic. | |
| Ok, so I've been holding out | |
| Lying my weight on the door | |
| Up above, I've never felt so numb | |
| Until I made it out | |
| They put a target on your forehead | |
| The day that you were born. | |
| I've waited my entire life, sitting on the sides | |
| Everyday I hear you say that it gets easier with time | |
| A life I never ruined, a light to show me out this time | |
| And maybe, and maybe I was right all along | |
| The day you were born, a solid mark. | |
| Do you believe in everything? | |
| Do you believe in everything and everyone you meet? | |
| Do you believe in everything? | |
| Do you believe in everything and everyone you see? | |
| The day you were born, a solid mark written on your forehead. |