Yeah, I could conform

Or whatever the f*** that means

Controlled

As if I’m a substance that burns people’s throats when they think of me

And who I am




Yeah, I could reform

My wicked ways

Change this face (Phase)

I could take it off with a fresh bleach wipe

Until I’m as white

As a piece of paper

Ready for you to write on




But instead I’ll transform

Into someone thats

Strong

Even if feeling right means that you think I’m

Wrong

And you reject me