| Lyrics: | I can read, I can write
I can breathe, proven fact
Bless my greed, crease unfold
Is
it me, or my ego
Write some words, make them rhyme
Pieces for, story line
Set the
mood, something new
Is it me, or my attitude
If you want, to belong
And you
miss, the extremes
The extremes, acted
out
Practicing
Perfecting
Pressuring
Unto to me
I will wade, in the
fire
To explain, your asylum
Idle times, analyzing
We'll compare, all our sightings,
come on
I speak, to hear, my voice |
