No it's not that simple
I think it's cognitive, I need help
A click of the fingers won't clear all this darkness
I'm Keeping tabs on myself
My thoughts run
Scale down what I think of you
I drag you through the mud
Yeah the temperature's changed
But the love never dies
It's a process to a eliminate
All the these toxic head zaps
I am guilty of envy
My thoughts run
Scale down what I think of you
Good people are hard to find
My preconceptions will always be there