Scarborough Fair

I won't go I don't want to go Standing alone in the wilderness I'm fine being a boxer New York winters must be cold, so Alone Without paying attention to my surroundings It's much more fitting and suitable for me to just be struggling If I keep saying I'm okay with lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies will it eventually become true? Even without faith, if I keep praying, for those around me, with the passage of time, I'll be enshrined as a saint, won't I?