Hooked on self destruction,
my mind was a tragedy at best,
but something in the back of my head,
says something different than the rest,
the small part of my mind,
in which hope lives,
the small part of me,
that believes life is meant to be lived,

Who cares about my past,
all the stupid **** I've done,
the best thing to do, to turn it all around,
is live in the now,
forget about all the things I've said,
about being a pessimistic nothing,
I'm kinda starting to realize,
I more than a bit of a something.