Like everything ‘sposed to go the way you want..
Conform to all your thoughts….
Take ya walk and talk…
Cause everybody ‘spose to be the way you are?
Hmph, tell me what that’s all about?
Cause I just can’t figure it out…
Why your afraid to be who you are…
But want everybody to know how you are…
Mind-readers and soul seekers
You want Magicians and Time-Benders…
It’s not simple enough for them to take fault..
They gotta feel how you feel,
Sharp blow for sharp blow..
Tell me who you really are?
Cause you walk a walk
And talk a talk
But you don’t know who the hell you are
Just ain’t figured it out
That you ain’t perfect
But you worth it cause we all gotta figure it out..
We all made up of flaws
And we all made up of scars
Like the sand after the water washes up on the shore,
Or a brand new canvas you just bought from the store,
Sure enough it’s more,
You just gotta get to the core…