I’m not what you think I am

Some poor excuse for a man

I’m not what I want to be

I am what I am

I’m not some washed up burnout

But I am living in poverty

I’m not sure I can do what you ask

Because I just might not be up to the task

Slipping away
Into total disarray

Fading into

Black and blue

Squeezing my soul

Has made me whole

And I’ve still got

So far to go

I’m not some toy

That needs batteries

I’m not pure joy

And I hate flattery

I’m not just a joke

Waiting to be punched

I’m not what you want me to be

I am what I am

A man without a plan

Or sight in the night

I’m not what you want me to be

I’m what I want to be

That’s all that’s important to me

So don’t try to shape me

Because I’ve already got one

A circle lost in love

My mind is a razor

My nose is a laser

My thoughts clouds wavering a high

My destiny is to be more

Than less of me

And I’ve traveled so far

My heart is like paper

My soul like iron

Explosive to the stars

Some peoe think I’m here to amuse

But those are the people most

Confused

I’m only here to please myself

So keep your hands off me

I languish in language

I do damage

But in the end I regret it all

It’s to my advantage

To create some carnage

Above average

Marriage maverick

Maybe you just can’t handle me

I’m plain to see

Jive jubilee

Walk on the Dead Sea

Gutsy

That is my marquee