How even you want to say it I am what I am and not even those words that allude to my mental being can explain a damn thing about who the hell I AM.
I've made mistakes, I've made enemies.
I've burned bridges and looked back in anger.
I've forgotten details, I've made things up on the spot.
I've given false hope and given a shoulder to cry on.
I've done it all, however I've not given a damn to think about myself.
You can say that lying was about myself, and truth it... It wasn't.
If I said something to make you feel better, it was for your benefit.
Was it for my benefit that I gave up on myself?
Probably not, but did it help me forget other BS? Yes it did.
Do I regret the things I've said and done?
Not one of them, not at all, not now and not ever.
Selfish as that may be, I know you've done some wrong as well.
Demanding everything of someone you wouldn't give a second too, hmm how does that sound?
Sounds like suffering, but then again, what am I suppose to know of that?
All I know is, the wah-wah-wah train left your station.
I jsut hope you;re not dead by now.
Because it would all be for nothing if you were to just take the easy way out.
However if you have, bon voyage... Bitch.
Some people call me crazy, some say insane, off the chain...
No matter how you word it, it'll never be enough to explain...
Why I am the Way I am... But in the end all that matters is...
I AM WHO THE HELL I AM!
