everyone's talking but no one is saying a thing
it was all that i knew how to do to help comfort the pain
with my drunken solutions
at least for a moment they're gone
i'm pretending that everything's fine
knowing damn well it's wrong
still i don't want no one to tell me what's right
i'll make up my own mind
my own mind tonight
ghosts that still haunt me
i'll fight one by one
'till the hurtin' is done
i hide from anxiety
i never stay hidden for long
i learned to self-medicate
then how to wait until the panic is gone
so i hide behind smiles
and whatever else gets me through
i'm not knowing what's waiting for me
or what i ought to do
still i don't want no one to tell me what's right
i'll make up my own mind
my own mind tonight
the ghosts that still haunt me
i'll fight one by one
'till the hurtin' is done
no we don't want no one
to tell us what's right
we'll make up our own minds
our own minds tonight
the ghosts that still haunt us
we'll fight one by one
'till the hurtin' is done
'till the hurtin' is done