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.