Where should I begin?
There once was a time when I thought I wanted mansions  
Looking in the mirror I can't recognize what happened
Used to be a happy kid, the images are graphic
The lane to ecstasy left me stuck in traffic
Best friends, I lost them
Best we don't discuss it
       Enough with all that gossip
I'm merely being honest
In ruins, never tarnished  
only semi-caught up  
With the pedagogy
Passed down by a goddess

Look at what she taught me, A way to look within
      You can tell she brought to me a way to live with sin
     The Blueprint for My Vision is the one I wrote in pen