How can you destroy a beautiful mind
Without minding the beauty in destruction

How can anyone witness my resurrection
Without accepting me within the detection
As they see how I went full speed in the wrong direction
Did I have to break it to make it
Well, that's my question

And I fear when they hear
That this is my confession
Will they fear that I'm here
Or think; "Oh, he's inte-resting"

All this time that I spent about secong guessing
Turned out to hold even more than a valueable lesson

So now as I feel I fullfilled my detention
There's no need for anymore intervention