Writing empty words in my diary Butterflies in my stomach They used to say I won't be Every draft of my songs is a disappointment I've cried, screamed and collapsed It was supposed to be good That's what I want to be But why do they pull me back to reality? I want to be able to travel the United States I want my life to be wonderfully good I want to smell freedom Watching the stars align But what's the price In leaving them bleeding in the kitchen? I want to live wonderfully good But I don't want to be like that I used to have a motto in school That no matter what you do If you die, die with a smile on your face But I guess as I've lived I've lost that part of my life It was supposed to be good That's what I want to be But why do they pull me back to reality? I want to be able to travel the United States I want my life to be wonderfully good I want to smell freedom Watching the stars align But what's the price Of leaving them bleeding in the kitchen? I want to live wonderfully good But I don't want to be like that It burns like hell Eyes on fire That's the price Of living wonderfully