These things you say I am
I feel I’m not
But you don’t see the issues with you
I think you’ve got
Misuse the fuse
Make stains from little blots
Straight pathways
That tie us in total knots
I want to jump to the offensive
Reject the whole lot
Either that or heed
Every nasty thing that you see
And you don’t stop
Why would your reality
Beat the gut of me
Make my image crack and pop?
These things you swear I am
I used to think I was not.
by Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 