Losing Control

And everyday we come and go with nothing inbetween.
And it all stays the same.
What does it all mean?
It's like we've lost control.

And nothing I can do would change the things that you do.
I just wish I knew why you do the things that you do.
Nothing I can do would change the things that you do.
I just wish I knew why you do the things that you do.

And it's so sick. It makes me numb.
How society can stand looking at a murderer and still labeling him a man.
It's like we've lost control.

And nothing I can do would change the things that you do.
I just wish I knew why you do the things that you do.
Nothing I can do would change the things that you do.
I just wish I knew why you do the things that you do.

And throughout all of this, one thing that we have seemed to miss is that you're not judged by the clothes you wear or how your hair is.
And the more I try to ignore it, the more it tugs at my sleeve like a child bored of the small life he leads.

And nothing I can do would change the things that you do.
I just wish I knew why you do the things that you do.
Nothing I can do would change the things that you do.
I just wish I knew why you do the things that you do.

It's like my life's on coast.