again and again ni am plagued with contridiction nand its always been nthe truth is just an option nbut over timeni keep flirting with seductionnonly to find ni have no reaction nto crossing lines nand i have ultimatly died inside nnwell wouldn't you say to me, this is the way its always been. nthis is the way it has to be. ni just can't seem to stress too much nthat i follow in the trends nand i'm nothing more than half of the real me nnblame it on time nblame it on futures nblame it on everything but your past mistakes nas long as it rhymes nas long as it has a center nyou really don't need that heart to act so fake nnand breathe it out ntake a seat and listen nthis is judgement day nand your interagation nthere's no audience nno one to impress nlets be personal nthere's no need to be just like the rest nnwell wouldn't you say to me, this is the way its always been. nthis is the way it has to be. ni just can't seem to stress too much that i follow in the trends nand i'm nothing more than half of the real me nbut take it from the end and see nthat i'm following the path nfollowing where i need to be