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.