You keep saying I’ve changed and you want to change too;
You’re confused by the things I say and those that I do.
But I am too ‘cause my mind is a landfill, filled up.
When I speak or act, I push out half-decent junk.
There’s a sickness raging on inside of me too fast;
Once it reaches my mind, you can trust me, I won’t last.
I’ve spent far too much on cures and medicine and such,
To heal an ancient wound that is now an illusion.
Didn’t take the time to say, “Pardon my intrusion.”
Instead, came too fast and broke down walls I’d built to last.
Those walls took on my foes whil