I am what I am but I am not
Contradiction is my name
and confusion is my font
And when I speak, you hear my thoughts
What does it mean, to be so free?
What can I do, as only me?
I should be ten and then I'd crush you
underneath my might feet
I should be twenty then I'd break you
with the weight of my beliefs
But I am one
Isn't that ironic?
I call you nasty names but I don't care
Instigation is my weapon
and destruction if my fare
And when I bleed, no one is there
What does it mean, to be so free?
What can I do, as only me?
I should be ten and then I'd crush you
underneath my might feet
I should be twenty then I'd break you
with the weight of my beliefs
But I am one
Isn't that ironic?