In the rites of pa**age i did partake But to say that i'm responsible would be a mistake What do i have to do To prove myself to you In a manner of speaking You've taken all the finest pieces And that doesn't leave me much to pick and choose Now i'll have to be satisfied With what little remains You condemn me for the things that i say But they don't seem to affect you at all anyway Why can't you let it be I don't suppose that you'll ever see Exactly what makes me Do all the things that i do And believe me when a say i have my reasons I have only tried to utilize What little remains You expect so much And i accept so little You're at war with yourself And i'm stuck in the middle of it all Though you pressure me i will not give in You can yell and scream and say i have spread myself too thin Wait a minute before you shout Do you know who you're talking about Are you referring to me Or is it yourself that can't deal with Do i stimulate a memory Too close to home or could it be That i'm becoming what you used to be? I will leave no scars no marks or no stains I will try to make the best of it what little remains