1 2 3 4 Da da da da da doo doo Something always wasted tell the truth The hardest part is where do I begin Something I am often caught up in Gotta little voice inside my head Chiming in on any chance he can But even the little things can take a toll And finding out you're losing some control Ahhhhhh ah Ahhhhhh ah 24 and frightened of the dark Terrified that I have missed the mark Barely even knowing where to start Taking works and pulling them apart Reimagined, reissued, reclaimed And uninspired by whatever remains