If I sold off my conscience to the highest bidder, I'd hold the hand of Justice.
If I removed my heart from those who pummel it, I might never cry.
If I claimed salvation, I could erase my wrongdoings.
If I slept soundly, I might have the energy to fight for what I wanted.
If I could behave myself, my mouth wouldn't dig my grave.
If I reached out my hand, someone might pull me to the shore.
And if my Grandmother had balls, she's have been my Grandfather.
I'm Sheza and I'm sick of ifs.