I do not miss your urchin hair It was never fit for me But whether by touch or by imitation I let it crawl over me
Things were better then because I made clear That I was unable to be wrong I breathed clean air, my arms swam through Unintended, without intention
Not understanding what I believed you to be I allowed you to eat into my privacy And having once slipped into this behaviour I was unable to see my error
So when the scorn poured down upon me And soaked me through to the core I turned to you, my incapable friends You could not tolerate me clinging there
You pushed me into my present direction I pursue it obediently; I find that it's true To my better nature, which now dictates me And leads me far from you