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I don't explain anything to myself 'cause I don't like headaches You disagree with logic and reasoning Well what does truth mean? Oh, what to choose? With everything I'm wanting to do Why worry? You could act confused when god doesn't come to you Well I'm only 17 According to you I worship my nerves I guess I do/Of course I do Oh, nothing's true when I try to explain it to you Or anyone else New thoughts disprove past facts I believed so boldly about Still I'm pretty sure you're wrong Bruce, you're just so enlightened and brightening Well aren'tcha, Bruce? Show us how to hate who we used to be Free thinking, decision making, singing human beings If I know everything that you do How could you say I'm wrong? If I put all my faith in choice though Can I still choose to hate you? 'cause goddamn I hate you From Letras Mania