Take my flesh, leave me with my fallacies and lies
Take everything I've ever wanted
How can I become that which I am not?
I no longer believe the words I've convinced you of
And maybe it's worse to remember than to forget
And maybe it's better to desire than to achieve
And maybe it's worse not to taste of forbidden fruit
And maybe it's better to know than to believe
And sometimes it's worse to feel alive than to feel dead
I crumble into successive frames
I over-analyze every thought
I stand before the crowd stripped bare, faced by my inconsistency
I await their judgment in comparison to my ideal
How can I ever be
How can I be everything that I hope to be?