Routine I see is me
but altered
I\'ve been unseen and thus been bothered
Habits happen upon falter
Fallen without any watchers
to block that path of aftermath that in my regret
keeps me wrapped
I\'m backing up from each new path that leads to peace I\'ve come to lack
I\'ve come to need to plea for rest from tests of friends I call my best, those close to me
A dose of greed will tempt me
Them I then won\'t see
And those I\'ve known respectfully will see one who they won\'t believe
One they won\'t expect I\'d be
The complete truth
The rest of me