This is my life now
Be told what to do
Just get used to the ways
That I fail to please you
Could be going through some
Minor
Internal crisis
Infecting
Afflicting
My love like a virus
And I just
Want something
To cure the
Divide us
Retire my
Self-righteousness
And unite us
But try as I might
For impartial
Provider
I’m building a home
With some sticks
And a lighter