the past returns, you learn you're fake
you think too much, the mind does break
I’ve been hurt, and I have bled
it means I’m alive, but inside I’m dead
outside I appear nice and cheery
but I am actually very weary
lots of people, say I’m nice
they don’t know me, that does suffice
others say I’m a good guy
even though I cheat, steal and lie
I shouldn’t judge, its not my place
cause I look at myself and see disgrace
perfection is the thing I always seek
but I will always be feeble and weak
these past few days have brought to light
the reasons why I used to fight
some say its ok to lie
but when I do I want to die
I’m going back to what I used to be
I think oh god please save me
inevitably the choice is mine
to burn in hell, or walk with the divine
should I return? Or find a new path
I’ve made up my mind
so feel my wrath