just a riddle in a mystery in an enigma in a vest
stuck in a life, in a love, in a storm, I'm distressed
can't be less than anything that I ever forgot
not double of anyone cause my shoes don't cost a lot
when I lose the times I've got to tell you how I feel
break the seal and explain the second now for real
the second wound that heals will incite deep emotion
it's hard to walk on water living under the ocean
giving into the quotient, but answers may vary
I lasted within views so contrasted it's scary
pinch a penny till it bleeds or save it and earn it
these men who grow from seeds only gave it in earnest
to the poor; they understand how things got this way
they understand the weak demand that plagues my night and day
how to explain my actions when I don't know myself?
how to lessen pain when virtue has become wealth?