Let's forget promises.
They mean nothing until they're fulfilled.
Instead I'll keep running, I'll keep re-inventing, I'll become who I want to be.
In the end.
When I'm who I want to be.
In the end.
I'll find comfort in the fact I got there my way.
I'll dream of a time where you'll accept me and the idea that there's another way.
Until than, you can keep asking me, "why am I so angry?"
There's nothing wrong with anger.
But anger is wasted with idle hands and minds.
That's why I scream these words to you.
I keep standing up to you.
I keep asking why, I keep letting you down.
Because I found the place where dreams go to die,
It's in the place you call the real world.