Sometimes I feel

Like a frustrated child

I got everything I want

There's nothing that I need

I can't stop my brain from runnin' wild

Runnin' wild (runnin' wild)

My brain

My brain is runnin' wild

Sometimes I look inside me

And I don't like what I see

Seems like my soul is made of paper

So I took a look outside myself

Tryna get myself together

Now I'm fine

I've just been missin'

Missin' of my mind

So now my troubles are all over

But no peace to find

I was right and they were wrong

I have messed up my mind

You see those colors

Hear those voices

What's those voices?

Woah those voices

I can't take any voices