I feel lonely in a crowded room
Even though it isn't true
And I don't struggle with the bottle, no
But I can see why you do
But I think that we're all going insane
Hiding behind some smiling face
I don't know if you can relate
But I fight the devil most of the days
Everyone else I know around
Seems to have life figured out
But here I am now twenty-five
And I don't know where I am going in life
But I think that we're all going insane
Hiding behind some smiling face
I don't know if you can relate
But I fight the devil most of my days
To hell with the devil
To hell with fake
Because I am tired of hiding
That I'm going insane (going insane)
