Introspective

To think that I thought that I'd learned
Apathy is nothing to burn
It puts the fire out
I put the fire out

It's all in the calls that you make
Which friends' advice you decide you should take
That's what it's all about
That's all it's all about

And I speak to myself the most
You would think I was a ghost
And I lie alone in the shade
And set fire to the mess that I made

Don't you give up
On me while I'm finding myself
I was just trying
Not to be somebody else
And I hope that I'm not



Credits
Writer(s): David Coughlin
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