In a mid summers eve I see all I can be I gaze upon the stars to see the root of these scars and wonder if the choices are made for me am I selfish at heart? or am I too giving is there happiness in death? or just the living these corrupted thoughts alter my mind and as hard as I've fought I can't seem to find the root of my problems this aggression i have my one chance to solve it all that I've had left with my dad yet it makes me mad for following this fad that I blame him for this is my sin it is only within that my problems dim I am the root of evil, aggression and strife My whims cast aside for they are feeble alone I must rise, to win this fight