And then we spoke too less And acted too much About everything or nothing, Nothing at all Maybe I was too young And now I'm too old To complain about anything But the way I behaved Is there a place or time to act right? Something's wrong Something's right Mostly I'm not getting it Something's wrong Something's right Something's wrong Something's right Mostly I'm not getting it And I'm in this place called hell This is an endless struggle With our lives Struggling to get along On the same side Totally lost on one hand and On the other taking a stand It's about what we say It's about our respect Something's wrong Something's right Mostly I'm not getting it Something's wrong Something's right Something's wrong Something's right Mostly I'm not getting it With every breath We're getting closer Closer to an end Whatever it may be With every step We are getting closer Closer to a trap