...nothing was against my will
and still
I want to be over and done
for it all to be washed away
the pressure
of my performance
Ever since I can remember
life is like a tipping scale
like an abacus I played with
counting every win and fail
All along I've been dancing
with the devil
and he pretends to care
caressing my every thought
he'd leave me bare
All the time that I have wasted
chasing rabbits down a hole
when I was born to be the tortoise
I was born to walk alone...
