I feel this warm, cancerous sin overwhelm my heart again.
I'm steadfastly clutching my pride.
If I could find the ties between - show me where,
I'll cut them clean. I'm ready to get off of this ride.
Losing half my lazy days mulling over countless ways
That I could leave him spinning in his seat.
No matter how much I protest,
No matter how much I'm blessed,
I'll always have to prove myself to me.
I can't let it go. I don't know what they might think of me,
And I know I shouldn't care, but I can't let it go.
I don't know how I should feel.
Never in one million years would I have ever thought I hear
Such phantasmic projections from him.
Now I'm left with too much time
To gather clever ways in mind
To make him feel as worthless as I do.
Perhaps I shouldn't be so tough,
Clearly they're not smart enough to
Deal with things right.
I should close my eyes and pray that God
Would give the strength to face themselves.