Upturned Perspectives

Scribbling down on some paper
To clean up my mind, so it's safer
After it gets on my nerves

Then to lucidly understand

Is my heart living in comfort?
Has it reached an equilibrium
Clear enough for some wisdom?

I'm looking back in upturned perspectives
But still finding no answer devoid of involvement

If I knew that you now depend on anyone you don't belong to
I might be glad but sad as well, without a reason whispered by my girl

Am I not in chains?
Am I not enslaved
By that principle of blind, such madly blind faithfulness?

If I knew that you now depend on anyone you don't belong to
I might be glad but sad as well, without warmth transmitted by my love
If I knew that you now depend on anyone who isn't worth it
I might be glad but sad as well, without a reason uttered by my girl

Am I really fully objective?
Or is it simply, consequently emptiness?

If I knew that you now depend on anyone you don't belong to
I might be glad but sad as well, without warmth transmitted by my love
If I knew that you now depend on anyone who isn't worth it
I might be glad but sad as well, without a reason uttered by my girl