I’m not the one That I should be I’m just the man You came to see Imperfect you

I can blend seamlessly Because I find parts of me In ev’ryone I see

My parents threw me to the pits When I was just a little kid That’s why I only know the cold And loving touch is stranglehold

I cast the blame on you and her That just might be a bit obscured To tell the tale with honest voice I have to acknowledge my choice

Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end

I need to be Out in the bush Not just a mere Craving or crush It’s a huge piece

I crave the things I like And not the ones I don’t If that makes me an addict, then Apologize I won’t

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

I am not an actor That is plain to see I am just a shepherd Tending to his sheep Try to keep them safe from

You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen

I’m in the darkness You can’t intervene It’s just what I need For light to shine clean

You ever seen A sky so blue Picture heaven In perfect hues Makes you think

Always lived a life that’s been Filled with devils, marked by sin Never thought my darker side Be the thing that brings you light

We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue

I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own