Retracing my steps in hopes to find
Some part of me that may be somewhere left behind
There's a fear, there's a point, there is a problem
What if what I find won't solve any of them
And I wonder why I have no motivation
I guess I just answered my own question
I'm not the golden boy so don't shine me on
I'm the ba*tard son of romantic babylon
With veins that are all fashioned out of copper
A past design not destined to be concurred
But like anything there is a flaw inscripted deep
That may explain everything