I don't owe anyone anything
Sometimes I forget what that really means
I play hard, hard to get
I focus, I regret, I forget my being
It's lost between dimensions
I'm blessed with perception
I keep waiting for my soul
The seed of the soul, exists on it's own
And it's been dying to find it's home
The seed of the soul, exists on it's own
And it's been trying to find it's way home
I don't owe anyone anything
Sometimes I forget what that really means
I play hard, hard to get
I focus, I regret, I forget my being
It's lost between dimensions
I'm blessed with perception
I keep waiting for my soul