If You Must (The Extreme, Happy Hour) Songtext

I can read, I can writeI can breathe, proven factBless my greed, craese unfoldIs it me, or my egoWrite some words, make them rhymePieces for, story lineSet the mood, something newIs it me, or my attitudeIf you want, to belongAnd you miss, the extremesThe extremes, acted outPracticingPerfectingPressuringUnto to meI will wade, in the fireTo explain, your asylumIdle times, analyzingWe'll compare, all our sightings, come onI speak, to hear, my voice