Lyrics Arting Starvist - Bracket

Everything I used to love be
I try to worry it out until the whole world forgets
The wrong place, the right time
Is a guilty decline
I′m too old to die young
I'm insult
I′m inside
Should I start
Before my heart
Just to sell you my heart
Why didn't my rebellion ever seem to serve me well
I guess I never had a revolution to sell
The wrong place, the right time
Is an obvious decline