Testo Pangea's Box Of Chocolates

Painted with the colors of my culture i am diverse in my mind by nature
just made the cut for once i felt free
so bold and irresponsible
careless but tasteful
out of mind yet graceful
clearly, you'll never understand
my life is certainly not wasted
i won't be taken for granted i don't know how else to explain this
i'll break all ties before i make it
before there is remorse
i'll listen and perform the norm
don't mind my touch
its just regressing
just before i feel remorse
waiting for my escape to come soon in a fashionable sway
solitude is just a fraction of my memory
while laughter became the substance of my abuse
i'll have to admit in all of this
this could have been a tragedy
enough said
we are what we think
we've come to prove we're not weak no confusion in my speech
we are what we think