Paradoxical being to which I’m born in
Life as it seems that now I am failing the test.

Any other way, and I might have control of you.
Every single day I lie.
Any other way, and I might have a go with you.
Every single day I try.

Make my contradiction true in lieu of truthful life;
As it seems that now I am failing the test.

When the push beckons a shove.
And life is tedious.
And there’s nothing to explain
Except that which you already know.

In this place that I see,
In the light you are free,
From the time you met me,
I’m attempting to set yourself free.

My mistakes away,
No one is to blame.
I feel the same.