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