My ignorance
My ignorance is bliss
and a way of dealing with this
disease that's bleeding for a cure
but the questions are always there
even though I pretend that I don't care
I hate to admit I'm no longer sure
I'm leaving these narrow streets behind
these empty subways of the mind
I need to learn, to stand on my own
and face the demons I'll surely find
My ignorance was bliss
no longer a way of dealing with this
disease that's bleeding me dry
Now something's got to give
‘cause this is no way to live
I don't need these crutches to fly
I'm leaving these narrow streets behind
these empty subways of the mind
I need to learn, to stand on my own
and face the demons I'll surely find
I’m letting go of all the ties that bind me
It's only I who can set myself free
We are the product of our choices
You will not tell me who I'm supposed to be
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