It's not became
But what we become
The cruel can be kind
The true can lie
It's not how much you love
But how much you try

Ashamed of being wrong
But righteously wild
Ashamed of wasting a lifetime
Being a child

It's not what we became
But what we become
The words can be clear
Just as much as they can be cold
Is it not all that you heard
But all that you're told

Ashamed of being wrong
But righteously wild
Ashamed of wasting a lifetime
Being a child

When I'm out of my mind
I do as I please
I won't be down on my luck
While down on my knees