Vices
Destinations
It all makes sense to me. It's that simple, But every time I try to explain my self You just throw it away.
I'm speaking to myself again... And it all makes perfect sense... Perfect sense.
My words never seem To reach their destination. Caught somewhere between My mind and the world.
I've always been Just trying to be heard, But the words come easier To some more than others. and i’ve always been one of the others. It all makes sense to me. It's that simple, please tell me you understand. ‘Cause i need to be heard, ‘cause inside my mind, things could be different. i see a way but it’s trapped inside my head.