Lyrics Around It - Ivory Rasmus

God please, teach me how to grow

I got bad habits and good ideas
Haphazard when near ideals
Subpar, that's the default feel
Thusfar I don't know what's real
I imagined my friends hid hate
I'd create what I thought they'd say
Inundate me to altercate
Is this really my fate?

I told them that I'd change
I molded to the pain
Land lower than I aim
It always ends the same

I'm never getting saved