Hello. Goodbye.

Just let it all out.

Sometimes I don't know where to begin.

I find myself trying to name my accomplishments,

But soon I reach the end.

I wanted to make dimensions bend-

And say f**k physics.

Teachers called me the Asian version of Dennis the Menace.

And there were times I felt friendless-

Like, who the f**k could I trust?

Most people would have thrown me under the bus.

But now I'm a passenger,

Destination unknown.

Got pretty girls texting my mobile phone.

Asking me if I love em'.

And I'm like- "What the f**k is love, chick?"

Crazy b***h, all I did was taste your lipstick.

But then I grew up.

And s**t made sense-

I never thought I'd want to protect someone with my life as a defense.

I used to think people were talking s**t-

But now I take it as compliments.

You jealous of the way I live,

Hating that I got away with it.

I'm so dumb-

But you think I'm smart.

Those who know me understand I just do what I love with a passionate heart.

It's got nothing to do with academics,

If I wanted to walk that route-

I woulda been a medic.

And I could have been,

But instead I chose counseling.

This time, I'd be on the other side of the desk,

And I wouldn't be like the mind f***s that treated me as a useless wreck.

I want those who are lost to understand that they can gain respect.

And they can fix their problems and rid the pain in their chest.

 

Chorus:

"Hello, Goodbye.

My woes. My chains.

Let go, of me.

I want to be free. (x2)"

 

Hold up a sec...

Where am I going?

F**k if I know-

I'm breaking the system like a cheap trojan,

And allowing this new idea to live instead of getting an abortion.

I think I found love again-

But will this chick just tear me up and leave me regretting?

Too early to predict Armageddon,

I'm just going based on the trend setting...

But f**k trends.

And f**k pain.

And f**k fear.

And f**k these stains.

F**k all my problems.

I'm sick of it.

I just want to move on-

BRAIN! DON'T YOU GET IT?

Quit it defense mechanisms!

Let me bust out of this damn prison.

I wanna feel like I've risen to the sunrise,

And like it's all a damn lie.

Vent, vent, vent.

Paranoia's got me thinking she's got ill intents,

But she loves me even when I ain't pitching a tent.

The past woes are irrelevant,

I may be big, but I ain't a f*****g elephant.

So forget it...

Let the torment go.

Release the foolish pride,

And rebuild that ego.

That ain't all you got left...

I say to myself as I realize that while I wrote this,

I haven't taken a damn breath.

... Gasp for air after letting out the damn stress.

 

[Chorus]

 

And I think that it's about time-

To slip away from the darkness.

Gotta keep my eye on the prize.

Return back to the garden.

We weren't put here to hate.

The point of life is to grow.

Cause you'll never know when you have to go.

Live well, until we're called home.

 

[Chorus]