It's funny how I've always written about hardships and love,
yet only one really fit me like a glove,

Both always take more from me than I take and always end up with hurt,
yet I always throw myself into both like a spurt,

I don't know what wicked god always seem to bless and ****,
perhaps it's my destiny just to go out in a bam,

For once control over my destiny I want to assert,
my trigger finger is always alert,