I breath deeply & start to think
Of I was pushed to the brink
I really do regret it now
I'd fix it but I don't know how

But it feels so good at the time
The mind doing it isn't mine
It's not the sweet child
With polite voice and manners mild

But which am I & which is me !?
Which one of thou am I going to be
The child who's weak yet nice
Or the beast nobody crosses twice