I do what I don't
My Willis my won't
My can't is my don't
In the mirror I see
Whatever I don't want to be

Die to my Old Self
Leave the sins on the shelf
I can't be good on my own
I can only sew what I've sewn

I'm parked in my head
'Neath anxiety and dread
Worries packed in tight
Though I do see a light -

I can't be free
Until I choose to see
That my senses aren't blind
And that the world can be kind