It's complicated being me does anyone want to switch?
With all I can do right I have mastered mistakes,
with every thought I want to be good,
learning to care all over again,
saying the wrong words, I meant to say them right,
to be good as I can be, with the hope that I wont push you away.
Never want to be on the deffence, but paranoia gets it's way,
wishing to be everything that you love,
but I feel like I only make you hate,
open my arms for you to come in,
but I only scare you away,
will always hope your here to stay,
do I cause my own pain?
It seems I only look into pure black and see my evil,
each time a memory fades, I pray it's a flaw gone for good.
My past made me what I am, I say that in regret,
I only want to be the person that never makes you hurt,
want to be the person that says loving words,
the one who makes you smile, the joy in your days,
if I could give myself away, and be a new person I would,
to become exactly what you want,
to rid myself of my disease - me,
but I keep looking into black and remembering the monster that I am.