It hurts to see your stance unbending, no flexibilitynIt's always Me this and I know about that on every matternOh I can't wait till you discover there's no mysterynTo the light that strikes with power and personalitynnYou're running from the lightnnYou need a light like a cigarette burns to be fired upnYou place your hands over your eyes to shield themnWho's fooling who?nYou've got the scars on the back of your handsnI rest my case against younEvidence firmly standsnnYou jump from pleasure to pleasurenNone of it lastingnJust self-determination, prideful calculationsnWhen will you turn on a dime in the quick of it asking, Where do I sign to receive my delivery?