I meant to be good but my heart often rebels against my will,
sometimes drowning out it's voice and sometimes
ignoring the voice of reason that says, "we've done this
before, we've been here before, we've run away
from this before."
I meant to be objective but my mind can't control its beneficiaries,
sometimes failing to follow through on its plans and often
failing to control the liege that says, "but it's different this
time, it's right this time, it will work out
this time."