So you can show me what you've got You’re shell shocked, brains locked Can’t even get a single word across I believe they call it writer’s block You’re looking at the clock, time’s up Round up, staring at the board See a sea of words with the world fate underscored It was meant to be this way, you’re too late I look up at your face and I see myself Wait, let me get this straight I’m you, you’re me Now I see I just killed the old me.
The future is fragile. Good thing my personality is agile. In sickness and in health In poorness and in wealth The only roadblock in front of me is myself.