Always - Blacklisted

Was it always like this?

Finding new ways to clench my fist

It doesn’t take a genius to prove I take swings

at the things that remind me of my youth

You’ll never keep them guessing

wearing other people’s clothes

So just start confessing

Mother, Father, Sister, Brother

Everybody knows

There’s nothing you can do to wash away your past

They’ll just laugh and laugh when you ask

Will it always be like this?