Self inflicted The pain has been growing up No medecine for what I have Many nights to sort things out Down and out you start grieving The loss of your early days skin But for now no happy ending Sleep well by getting rid of All the childish things Vincent is afraid of Sleep well by getting rid of All the childish things we are all afraid of We can't go back, gotta admit it I see myself, end up smiling This is how I have been learning