I know that words can't change the truth
I know, because I've lied.
I see that just pretending things just doesn't work:
I've tried.
I hear that you don't like the way things are
Because they're hard.
I feel those wounds, some old, some new,
Some fresh, some only scars.
I get confused on what to do,
All duty or all pleasure.
And in between that balance beam
Lie lots of weights and measures.
What adds up, and what subtracts,
And just who's keeping score?
If you want me to play by rules,
Then tell me what they're for.
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