You can write over a hundred papers and throw them all away, Just trying to think of the best things you can say. When you think about it tho, It's almost absurd Because, it ultimately leads up to Just three words.
It's like a spirit that follows and won't go away. It's either an angel or a demon saving my life although, causing the worst circumstances for oneself to behold.
Free will still has its chains. Exert all thoughts, Leaving them in the back of your brain. Prevail over what should be considered insane. Look upon yourself and see how you came.