Friday, March 27, 2009

I have doubted, I have used, lied, cheated, stolen, wasted, and hurt you
I'm at the lowest place, and can't see a positive
Wish I could turn back the last year of my existence

I, I, I
I'm so selfish
So ridiculously narcissistic
Revolving under my own gun
Almost there

But I can move on
Give it up, be free
It's a great place, It's humiliating
It hurts like hell
But it's a struggle and a win
A death and a birth

And I continue to learn, to push, and to trust
All the while
Hating who I've been
Knowing what I've caused

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