Paroles de Limen

Forgive me, i'm falible, i'm just a man So i cannot tolerate your letting me down We are rational, aware that we're not machines I contradict myself, but who cares? If truth is changing hands each day, Things are right that were inadmissible Everything is according to circumstances And things assume so many meanings Directions that confound my intensely beleaguered senses Directions that confound my senses; for each choice a different theory Directions that confound my intensely beleaguered senses Directions that confound my senses; for each path a different truth Pardon what i did, doesn't mean a thing But don't let that flaw remain intact. Though things grow humdrum, don't let them become trivial I got used to it We learn to adapt and to ignore how complex life really is Not an easy task though What do we choose to busy ourselves with? I get so bored waiting i fear i may not grow Directions that confound my intensely beleaguered senses Directions that confound my senses; for each choice a different theory Directions that confound my intensely beleaguered senses Directions that confound my senses; for each path a different truth I could give it up, i contradict myself based on the circumstances of choice I could give it up, i contradict myself based on the circumstances of choice I could give it up, i contradict my self based on the circomstances of the path If truth is changing hands each day, I'll get used to it.