wisdom has hardened the outside layer those around me now few, but loyal more often now I'm repeating my phrases in those instances when the ground seems like it's being pulled out from under me my solutions are simple and restricted forced to remind myself of my objectives my solution is simple the cement is now dry and all I seek is a surface that doesn't crack and all that threatens it must be at a distance I might say the same things in different words but these clichés are what make me I'm not an angel I try to do what I think is right to stay as one piece to stay as one piece I might say the same things in different words but these words make me seems like it's being pulled out from under me my solutions are simple and restricted forced to remind myself of my objectives my solutions are simple the cement is now dry and all I seek is a surface that doesn't crack that doesn't crack I might say the same things in different words but these clichés are what make me but these words make me