What makes me think I’m the boss
Of managing this time
With every day that comes and goes
Every day I waste some more
But grasping is the crime
What makes me think I’m the boss
And I know what’s right
A bakers dozen, some give some take
Judge the biggest slice of cake
With contempt in every bite
Of this, what can I qualify
Where nothing’s black or white
I make my bed, I comb my hair
Decide exactly what I like
But does that tell you who I am?
What tells you who I am?
Who tells me who I am?
What makes me think I’m the boss
That I can ring the bell
Against the flow, jump up fall down
If I listen close, a mocking sound
That runs this carousel
And so, what can I simplify
If I offer no complaint
I eat my soup, go for a walk
Live life like a saint
But does that tell you who I am?
What tells you who I am?
Who tells me who I am?
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