Belief

but I still wake up, I still see your ghost, oh Lord I'm still not sure what I stand for oh woah oh What do I stand for what do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know anymore.

I was never one to believe the hype, save that for the black and white I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked but here they come again to jack my style

that's alright (that's alright) I found a martyr in my bed tonight, stop my bones from wondering just who I am who I am oh, who I am, oh who am I?