A registry of my energy
It's not for the many me's, expect for my enemies
I grew up still with a heart made of steel
Until love stole my heart, and I haven't fallen in love, still

I've felt like the pun before a punctuation
Though I'm punctual now; as I'm never too late
Still my insecurities are often delaying
The stress is gaining; feels like I'm always failing
Never really concentrating
As all the voices in my head are all debating

Who, where, what, why, if
Would I fare better if I wasn't constantly called a *****
Would I have my life in order, if I was a little rich
And feeling like an A grade if I choice to be an atheist

But for plan B,
I might do things a little different
Believing in a can do spirit, as my life is not so perfect
But I'm trying to make it a little more brilliant
And taking myself a little more serious

But I grew up feeling like an intrusion
Always feeling like I wanted to be an inclusion
Still all of my thoughts are always so exclusive

Maybe I'm this way because of a false religion
I think I phrased that wrong;
"a forced religion"

Doing so much,
It's so easy to forget that I am Christian

In all Truths to read,
Seems to be me reading into my falsehood
Doing the things I shouldn't, and the things I should

Maybe I'm this way because of a false religion
I think I phrased that wrong;
"a forced religion"

And doing so much,
It's so easy to forget that I am Christian