Shedding off the old skin of an old friend who often has the notion of a door closing An open door policy will truly have to be therapy for the agony of not having thee No matter how much things change They stay the same Got nobody else to blame but myself For falling victim to the game They drain all my mental Detrimental to my happiness In fact, it's wreaking havoc on my mood swings So I do things I know I prob'ly shouldn't And put myself in situations with no solid footing Severe case of closed eyes I know it's diving head-first with no safety net Scared to make the same mistakes as my face reflects With beads of sweat I feel I've been here before A past experience suggests I should dethaw Off the road of repitition Control my inhibitions Think before I move And carefully mold my vision Listen to instincts The only way to roll with wisdom I solely hold the cards that unfold with my decisions