Section 8

The way that I see it,
It’s the time that I spend here.
I come here to wait long,
And spend too much time here.
Hey over there,
There’s nothing you have to do.
Don’t let yourself in.
There’s nothing you have to do.
It’s not ok, There’s no right way.
Don’t be afraid, Yourself to claim.
Passion’s what drives me.
My future is unclear.
Locked in my head’s cell,
'Cause no one’s at home here.
They say you’ve got to stand still or get hit.
Dismae, betray, You’ll never find a reason to live.