How can I be better
When I wasn't even good,
To begin with?
How can I not lie,
When it makes me real
When it gives me direction
I know there is a truth in fear
It plays the fiddle for guilt
When faced with it
Your body bets on red
You ignoring it
Doesn't make it go away
It's all turned to **** anyway
Maybe I'll die not even trying
To **** myself
I'll be ash and you'll be grey
What's the difference
Is all you'll say
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 6:22 AM UTC
How can I be better
When I wasn't even good,
To begin with?
How can I not lie,
When it makes me real
When it gives me direction
I know there is a truth in fear
It plays the fiddle for guilt
When faced with it
Your body bets on red
You ignoring it
Doesn't make it go away
It's all turned to **** anyway
Maybe I'll die not even trying
To **** myself
I'll be ash and you'll be grey
What's the difference
Is all you'll say