Gaara, Of The Sand

Wake me up I'm lost within this evanescence Ever since i left my adolescence I've been reminiscing About a time when i'd be patronized condescended Was too defensive And narcissistic Found it hard to listen Actions arbitrary at best But thats a story for another time I felt the need to prove my existence And every time i let my guard down They showed me why i shouldn't Huh you think its hard now The cards are on the table So read the tarot Narrow near sighted i had tunnel vision Clouding my judgment, and influencing my decisions It's all derivative The root is what you're living with The proof is in the pudding I wouldn't be aloof if i was innocent