I know it seems I'm growing softer
My cruel remarks are merely mean
But as I see it I've grown stronger
And now's the time for coming clean
I can't control my mind
Nor do I have the urge to
My thoughts are not a crime, but
Stripped of my logic -
What's left?
My cynicism's in regression
My thoughtless deeds have come around
What once seemed as an obsession
Today is nowhere to be found
I can't control my mind
Nor do I have the urge to
My faults are not a crime, but
Stripped of sarcasm -
What's left?
My grasp of adult life is meager
I make mistakes Incessantly
I am bewildered, I am eager
Since when do people call me "sweet"?
I can't control my mind
Nor do I have the urge to
I think I'll be just fine, 'cause
Stripped of my ego -
It's me
The Sung-Song will we uploaded once recorded, hopefully
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