Bambi

I swear to God I wasn't born to fight Maybe just a little bit, enough to make me sick of it But I-I-I-I can read between the lines I want to run from everything But my legs won't work, it's clear to me I-I-I-I haven't been much myself And I feel like my friends are being put through this hell Feeling, I think that I'm living, if you could call it living So brash and unforgiven Ruled by the vibe I'm bringing Serving myself Serving myself The timing's poor I know it's never right It's hard to see this time of night Hard to know the reasons why I fucked it up again Still I breathe a sigh It doesn't seem so lucky now Maybe I can figure out Why-y-y-y I haven't been much myself And I feel like my friends are being put through this hell Feeling, I think that I'm living, if you could call it living So brash and unforgiven Ruled by the vibe I'm bringing Serving myself Serving myself Wait and see, I'll be making my own way now I'll be making my own way now, to where I got to be Wait and see, I'll be making my own way now I'll be making my own way now, to where I got to be (I-I-I-I haven't been much myself) Wait and see, I'll be making my own way now (And I feel like my friends are being put through this hell) I'll be making my own way now to where I got to be (Feeling, I think that I'm living, if you could call it living) Wait and see, I'll be making my own way now (So brash and unforgiven) I'll be making my own way now to where I got to be (Ruled by the vibe I'm bringing) Serving myself Serving myself