My mind's already made
Up and way
That I'm starting again

Find line between a slap on the head
Then a kiss on my face
And I
I wanna believe
I wanna believe

Such a sour face
I turn around, but I can't look away
Warm and bitter taste
I turn around but I'm locked in distress

I wanna believe
I, I
I
I wanna believe
That you
That you
That you, wouldn't do

My mind's already made
Up and way
That I'm starting again

Fine line
Between the back of head
And a kiss on the face

I wanna believe
I wanna