New Year's morning of nineteen eighty-one.
And I'm trying to figure out where I belong.
Am I a savior,
or do I need saving?
Am I a changer,
or do I need changing?
Johnny said to go with what I feel,
but how do I know if what I feel is real?
Do I go with my heart or my brain?
If it all goes wrong, I guess I am to be blamed.
I'm bad at making decisions as it is,
and now life has thrown me another quiz.
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