Metanoia

Confident, when I say that I ain’t perfect
The only one, who can resurrect the living and kill the dead
My tongue can cut diamonds, and seems as though every room I walk in,
(suddenly) gets quiet
Insecurities speak louder than words,
Your brain got fried from the herbs
Despite your best affords, when it goes wrong you start to blame
Like a broken record, playing the same old song
If I this, If I that, that’s the reason you never had
Blame mom, blame dad, your ex, and best friend
But look who quit when it got tough
Now has 9−5 job, married someone you don’t even love
How you doing my cliché dove?
Dad drove a mecka, mom cooked sarma
Nothing hurts more than nostalgia
Good times that won’t return
That’s why we burn the night away
In the morning, we have nothing better to say then I got a headache
Too bad you’re not here, many things are still the same
But me? I’ve changed