You're a contradiction, in every way... a premonition each and every day... you got ambition, but no direction...I've seen a little heaven not enough to make me stay....
Scrunch it up into a ball of misgivings, rip it up into paper rain...Piece out...bail it ...wipe out...fail it.. and don't make that mistake again...
You're a misdemenour late at night.. I'm your bodicea, takin up the fight..