On the subject of difficulty, I can't stop giving in
And the more I let go of
The more I give up a part of me
I want a life I love living

Where I never wait for a applause
Where I pick flowers in the rain
And never have to numb the pain

(But it’s getting harder to sympathize with myself
And I'm sick and tired of making a joke of my health
I'm tired of making excuses)

I've had enough
I've had enough
I've had enough

But this isn’t a matter of protest
There’s something that needs to change
But the more I look inward
I realize I've got nothing left to arrange

I want consistency of a matter of mind
I want my decisions to feel like mine
I want consistency
I want my decisions to feel like mine