Paroles: Ninety Pound Wuss. What I Am.

Develop a taste for portrayal
See there is a need and see that the need is met
Grasp that there is a hope and find hope to begin again
Look through me, see something in me

See some good for once for it could've been worse
Feel my throat swallowing reason
And these nerves pushing blood
Anguish, I can't cope with the notion of what I've become

You say it couldn't be better, I say it only gets worse
I'll close my mind off, openness is something so awkward
I want you to be here now, your emotions are cold
This could lead to destruction and it always does

Evidence of a transgression has be clearly designed
Since step one we've exercised guilt as rebellion
Throwing away all that's substantial
No longer is there relative reason of permanent existence at all

What happens when your demands fall through
And power becomes your weakness?
Which in turn becomes the doubt I've had all along
I am and I will not function anymore

This is what I am
This is what I am
This is what I am
This is what I am