Make up a story if you want to make me do
Things which I know can’t but could or should be true.
All it takes is a lie from me just to see that which should be, you see?
Just a lie or trick for betterment of that which is me.
Truth is to easy to lose a loss that makes me be better,
Naw, let it first come in the form of a letter.
May not be my first choice or even my desire,
But the dreams, the dreams of mine when I retire.
Lie to me, lie to me, when I can make it seem I need
What common sense could have told me, these things I do not heed.
Here, take my money, my life, take whatever I may need
If only to survive before I may choose to heed.
Hey, free is not an option when I can make me pay
Or just to give, give, give it all away.
This life is mine to waste if I must
Before I can start to learn its me I need to trust.
So keep your tricks and lies and such
I will listen to me, for me to learn I don’t need your crutch.