Observe

         It's so easy to confess
         That we thought we were the best
         As if we had some kind of moral superiority
         This neive state of mind is antiquity
         
         When will we learn to just step back and observe;
         How desperatley we think our thoughts should be conserved
         You must be less obsessed with yourself
         In order to share your personal wealth
         
         We find our brilliance convulated
         It gets watered down, dilluted
         By other's oppinated behaivour
         You begin to lose sight in just why you became a saviour.