You brace yourself for the reverie;
Erase yourself from the memorie;
Embrace yourself and give it all to me;
Replace yourself, you'll be the death of me.
You take yourself out of reality;
Berate yourself with your mentally;
Equate yourself with what you wanna be;
You hate yourself, it doesn't mean a thing.
I was younger then, you wouldn't understand...
And I'll stop hoping,
And I'll stop holding on,
And I'm not broken up a bit,
I swear to god,
I swear to god.
I'll take my chances for now;
I'll stay alive with no way out;
I'll brace myself for reality;
Replace yourself, you'll be the death of me.
And I'll stop hoping,
And I'll stop holding on,
And I'm not broken up a bit,
I swear to god,
I swear to god.
And I'll stop hoping,
And I'll stop holding on,
And I'm not broken up a bit,
I swear to god,
I swear to god.
I was younger then, you wouldn't understand.