I thought I was free
I thought I was good
I thought I behaved
The way that one should
But now I see
That my mind was constrained
And the words from my mouth
Poorly formed and restrained
But now I vow
Under the Sacred Wood
That never again will I live
By “would”s or by “should”s
The only way out
Of this forest of lies
Is to die with your sanity
And give up all you prize