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Now that i look back on some of my choices,
i wish i had someone around to Jim Joyce this,
cause this is not even close to perfection,
surprised i'm not sick from my hearts infection,

upon personal inspection i see my mind,
is kept locked in a room behind black blinds,
sometimes i kind of want to release it,
take the situation slow and begin to piece it,

all together just like a puzzle,
keep my mouth shut just like a muzzle,
step over the puddle instead of falling in,
ignore the next call of sin,

don't try to begin, let it come to me,
stay about the Greed just like Hungary,
excuse my tongue for me, my heart rarely speaks,
only once in every 6 or 7 weeks.