I am my own disaster,
A wreckless fiend for mischief.
My life, the colour of chaos,
Of happiness, my own thief
I rob myself of satisfaction,
I get thrill from my own despair.
Stubborn to contentment,
Never settling for what is there.
I govern my own tormented land.
Though foolish I accept one thing -
I am my own worst enemy and
I never see me coming
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
I am my own disaster,
A wreckless fiend for mischief.
My life, the colour of chaos,
Of happiness, my own thief
I rob myself of satisfaction,
I get thrill from my own despair.
Stubborn to contentment,
Never settling for what is there.
I govern my own tormented land.
Though foolish I accept one thing -
I am my own worst enemy and
I never see me coming
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