Left, right, left and I'm underway, a hustle in my step, a hustle really can't convey. Outdone, I wanna run to reach a place, the place I need to be. So I really should be keeping up the pace. I surrender, now or never. Why is it, what I should I don't? Try to do right, not even close. I know no-one is perfect.
I know no-one is perfect. Pushing to keep my self in line, nothing can turn me back this time, as I have come to expect. When I try to make a change, it feels like everything has stayed the same, and I try to take the blame, it feels like everything has stayed the same.