So what if my spontaneity is always preplanned?
I'm not apologizing for who I am
So go ahead and hold it against me,
Your lack of sincerity is a fucking tragedy
I'd rather get lost trying to find myself,
Than spend my days pretending to be someone else
I'd rather be self aware,
Than be another asshole saying I don't care
So what if I'm thoughtful to a fault?
So what if I'm faultful in my thoughts?
You say that misery is a liberty,
But I can't control what I'm fucking feeling
And what I'm feeling is shit
So maybe by not letting go,
I held on too damn tight
Maybe my success was in excess,
And maybe you're the winner of this fight
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