I know the right and the wrong of it
but I pretend that I’m not aware of even a bit
I assume that whatever I do is right
neither do I have a vision, nor do I have a sight
I understand that I need to behave the way you do
the same understanding might apply to you too
I know that I lie cuz’ everything need not be true
I wish I could try not to listen to you
I have the wings that were not given by you
but I’m confused if I need the permission to fly from you