What Little Remains

In the rites of passage I did partake

But to say that I'm responsible would be a mistake

What do I have to do

To prove myself to you

In a manner of speaking

You've taken all the finest pieces

And that doesn't leave me much to pick and choose

Now I'll have to be satisfied

With what little remains

You condemn me for the things that I say

But they don't seem to affect you at all anyway

Why can't you let it be

I don't suppose that you'll ever see

Exactly what makes me

Do all the things that I do

And believe me when a say I have my reasons

I have only tried to utilize

What little remains

You expect so much

And I accept so little

You're at war with yourself

And I'm stuck in the middle of it all

Though you pressure me I will not give in

You can yell and scream and say I have spread myself too thin

Wait a minute before you shout

Do you know who you're talking about

Are you referring to me

Or is it yourself that can't deal with

Do I stimulate a memory

Too close to home or could it be

That I'm becoming what you used to be?

I will leave no scars no marks or no stains

I will try to make the best of it what little remains