Taste

I am the one I have to face All of the things I can't erase The past is one to always haunt tomorrow In my defense I can't defend The fact that I have always been The one to take what's been given to me As for desire I've seen the face Of urban want and urban need I wonder if you need an explanation Handed all that I could taste Faced with more than I could face I've had a lot of insecurities All the things I want All the things I need I wanted to pretend that I was wrong But I had my own thoughts My own desires Handed all that I could taste Faced with more than I could face