So I go down to my deepest depths
And lost the things I`d learned to accept
Like faith in promises
And I think about the truth I hold
Compared to the bitter fruits of getting old
Just like my father says
This is a test to see if my worst still can beat my best
This is a test, a measurement of my failure at success
It`s just my sophomore jinx
It`s all come back to me
I built up bad times in the cracks in my securities
But will I steer right?
Will my laundry stay white?
Whenever I lose sight of my plight?
But I still turn my back look the other way
Sustain myself, all work no play
It`s life but far from living
And my views become naturally corrupt
When my friends and enemies get mixed up
My lesson`s learned after the fact
(And so my palms get sweaty
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