They said this to me and I have to argue them or tell them my point to of view
There’s a plate of cookies in front of us and we have to eat them
We have to get mad at bad news; even if it doesn’t apply to us
We have to be worried because of this
But then we also say don’t tell us what to do
Don’t tell me how to be, how to think, what to do with my life
But then we have to give in to our impulses
We would never let anyone do that to us
Who’s in control us? or our emotions?
Joe DiAndrea 