What's mine is yours

Though you were never mine

My gracious doors

Are open wide



I gave my hand

I gave my whole life too

But you took my plan

And turned it into bad bad news



I need an explanation

An emancipation

From this revelation that I can not bear

I need some information

I need a real foundation

You gotta have some wisdom

That you'd like to share



Tell me, how

Can you judge me

before we meet

Tell me, how

can you hear me

before I

Before I

Before I speak



My heavy head

My heavy mind

My skinny self

Is working overtime



You ate my words

And spit them out

And those who heard

Are left without a doubt



Mold me

Fold me