Sometimes you see the road clear and fine,
others times you're shoved off it, losing your mind,
tell me exactly what it is that's missing,
i'll see what i can give you that you're wishing,
you want to make your own choice every step,
but yet you stay predictable like Burton with Depp,
you can't always make excuses against trying,
one time you have to trust just trying,
no matter how many times i try to be a man, see
i always kill the man i can be,
how could i know before my guitar sings,
that you could produce such beautiful things,
heart warfare is the worst silent killer,
and Winters can surely be cold lonely thrillers,
you can't change the things you choose to do,
like you can't change the way i think of you.