Born an anxious wreck,
Couldn't breathe for a sec,
Had an umbilical cord,
Wrung around my neck,
My dad prayed to the lord,
And the lord checked,
To see if he could afford,
A being as complex,
As me on board,
In his Sims project,
So my life was restored,
When a doctor undid it,
Now I'm sitting here bored,
And lord forbid I,
Act on my accord,
I'll get things done which I,
Never thought possible,
And probably not plausible,
Absolutely phenomenal,
And then I'll say I called it all,
Even though I saw little,
Cause I lacked the foresight,
And to my delight,
Cause ignorance is bliss,
And bliss was supplied,
Despite my first kiss,
That I somehow survived,
Locked mouths quick,
But kept open eyes,
Now she's a *****,
That I'll always despise,
Where am I going with this?
Am I making up lies?
Not a single fib,
To my surprise,
Maybe I'm changing,
Not locked in my ways,
Maybe I'll make a better track,
On a happier day.