dimensions of intervention are needless so i think striving and thriving i see im driving to the brink avoiding annoying eternal complications destinations unimportant constantly distorting my relations from patients to thoughts of hating anyone in my mind i find it hard to believe you can relate to my kind and if i could i would pretend that im alright by myself if you love me as i am ill put my pride on the shelf
if i can ill pretend im alright all by myself i'd rather drown then take your hand it's the way i am
skepticism leaves a wrinkle on my brown cynicism prevents my change with this suspicion im caught in a dilemma intervention with my phyche? rerrange walls built to hinder the intrution preservation of my well being doubt makes me value the safety of my distance can it be stubbornness to which i cling?
if i can ill pretend im alright all by myself i'd rather drown then take your hand it's the way i am and if i climb the wall of pride swim across my sea of doubt will you love me as i am the way i am.