How

How much noise do I make until I say something
How much say do I have into who I’m becoming
How much drive can I have until I end up crashing
How out of style will I be until it’s the next high fashion
How truthful must I be if controversies a need
How cutthroat will I be before there’s no one to lead
How many people do I need if my motive is green
How hungry must I be before it’s just greed
I have no answers, I just have boredom
So I take my flaws, and just record them