He’s unhappy with his choices
He’s ashamed of his intent
Having grand illusions
With the voice inside his head
Only to reach failure
Time and time again
Of all the things that happened past
On him, you can’t depend
He’s self centered and he’s lazy
Lethargic, and aloof
It’s not what you want to hear
But at least he tells the truth
Except when he does not
He’s a liar and a thief
He’ll tell you what you want to hear
Without missing a beat
He’s not altogether crazy
Some of his intentions are for good
At least that’s what he tells myself
Like no one ever could