Under the Impression

I am under the impression Of a design on the ceiling Should I use all my discretion For the pains that I am feeling I am under the impression That’s been put into the roof Should I show you the direction Then you will have the proof I am under the impression That you don’t like who I am Just like an infection You hit me with a slam I am under the impression That the world is turning round And like some big infraction Gravity drops you to the ground I was under the impression That the world is turning round There was not a big infraction It was true that’s what I found I was under the impression But then I moved aside Never lost my direction Nor will I run and hide I was under the impression That was put into the roof I used all my directions To fix it I have proof I was under the impression Of what was on the ceiling With all of my discretion Fixed the pains that I was feeling