Run away from love,Fuck opportunity,
Die angry and bitter about not changing your mind,
To adapt to predictable climates.
(I don't like it)
You don't know so just shut your mouth,
(I don't care)
You just say that cause you don't know any better,
(Run away)
Well, that's okay, cause you don't have a good plan,
(I have a plan)
So what is life but a bowl of holy shit another year goes 
by,
And tomorrow is all confused,
But I'm not changing,
I'm not changing my style,
To adapt to a possibility.
(I don't like it)
You don't know so just shut your mouth,
(I don't care)
You just say that cause you don't know any better,
(Run away)
Well, that's okay, but you don't have a good plan,
I have a plan...