Writing empty words in my diary
Butterflies in my stomach
They used to say I won't be
Every draft of my songs is a disappointment
I've cried, screamed and collapsed

It was supposed to be good
That's what I want to be
But why do they pull me back to reality?
I want to be able to travel the United States

I want my life to be wonderfully good
I want to smell freedom
Watching the stars align
But what's the price
In leaving them bleeding in the kitchen?
I want to live wonderfully good
But I don't want to be like that

I used to have a motto in school
That no matter what you do
If you die, die with a smile on your face
But I guess as I've lived
I've lost that part of my life

It was supposed to be good
That's what I want to be
But why do they pull me back to reality?
I want to be able to travel the United States

I want my life to be wonderfully good
I want to smell freedom
Watching the stars align
But what's the price
Of leaving them bleeding in the kitchen?
I want to live wonderfully good
But I don't want to be like that

It burns like hell
Eyes on fire
That's the price
Of living wonderfully