I keep repeating the creases and leaving my pieces homeThis war is so tragic and you're such a bad habitBusting up my forehead, wish that I could forgetEverything we saidEverything we didIt doesn't make senseHow are you such a bad habit?I'm busting up my foreheadWish that I could forgetI try to make believe I'm over thisI try to tell myself that I don't careBut the truth is my emptiness is the only thing that I still feelWhat's real? What's wrong? What makes you so cold?I try my best to wrap my head around itI still can't figure out where I went wrongYou keep on feeding the demons and keeping the secrets sewn I really can't stand it You're such a B-B-Bad habitBusting up my foreheadWish that I could forgetI heard you say you like it this wayWhat's real? What's wrong? What makes you so cold?I try to wrap my head around itI try to wrap my head around it