Can't rid myself of it There's surely no controlling it Before I see it I feel it I fear it And that fears legit Didn't create it Can't destroy it So I'm forced to own it While I own up to it Like, "give me it" "What is it?" "A heart?" "I'll slap it on my sleeve and wear it" Though not to display it But rather as a reminder of it An extra warning of the dangers of it And to call out all those promoting it