Limen

Forgive me, i'm falible, i'm just a man

So i cannot tolerate your letting me down

We are rational, aware that we're not machines

I contradict myself, but who cares?

If truth is changing hands each day,

Things are right that were inadmissible

Everything is according to circumstances

And things assume so many meanings

Directions that confound my intensely beleaguered senses

Directions that confound my senses; for each choice a different theory

Directions that confound my intensely beleaguered senses

Directions that confound my senses; for each path a different truth

Pardon what i did, doesn't mean a thing

But don't let that flaw remain intact.

Though things grow humdrum, don't let them become trivial

I got used to it

We learn to adapt and to ignore how complex life really is

Not an easy task though

What do we choose to busy ourselves with?

I get so bored waiting i fear i may not grow

Directions that confound my intensely beleaguered senses

Directions that confound my senses; for each choice a different theory

Directions that confound my intensely beleaguered senses

Directions that confound my senses; for each path a different truth

I could give it up, i contradict myself based on the circumstances of choice

I could give it up, i contradict myself based on the circumstances of choice

I could give it up, i contradict my self based on the circomstances of the path

If truth is changing hands each day,

I'll get used to it.