Believe it, you went and threw it all away

I gave my life, not an inch

Exile, only made worse by the

Tiresome hours wasted away inside this cage

Innocence, a word that shouldn't be used for such murky waters

And yet, somehow fitting, finds it's way

Into my thoughts

Into my thoughts, into my thoughts

Social well-being is a state-of-mind

It seems, vagrancy is all I have

Exile, only made worse by the

Tiresome hours wasted away inside this cage

Innocence, a word that shouldn't be used for such murky waters

And yet, somehow fitting, finds it's way

Into my thoughts

Into my thoughts, into my thoughts

Innocence, a word that shouldn't be used for such murky waters

And yet, somehow fitting, finds it's way

Into my thoughts

Into my thoughts, into my thoughts