Traded cheap words for thoughts And others with nothing to show And maybe it's not up to the seasons to control my emotional instability Always blaming anyone and anything to dim the light on my own self created disability That I've fabricated over the years to escape any responsibility Of controlling my own actions and deluded insensibility But I've grown to love myself and what I stand for I'd rather rot down below than make a deal and not know what I've really signed for Why is this so hard to tell Where I end and this feeling dwells? And lately there's been a part of me (And a part that's weary and a part that's free) I'm not getting older and it's plain to see Only so much time left to repair me When was artistry lost And emotion let go? Traded cheap words for thoughts And others with nothing to show I've let this fall to the wayside I've let others go I've tried to let others in But the process is slow And lately there's been a part of me (And a part that's weary and a part that's free) I'm not getting older and it's plain to see Only so much time left to repair me