I'm in this game of tug of war
with myself.
One moment I want to change
the way I act, because I can be
better, more gentle, more relaxed
and calm
but then again, I love the way I
am, I love my honesty
my quick comebacks,
my jokes, my laughs.

Even if there are improvements
to make I still have
to love what makes me, me.

There probably would have been
so many good relationships I  could
have been in, but no, I push people
away until they find someone better.
And I have no one else to blame
but myself.

He only went to her when he needed her
just for help, nothing else.
And of course she came to his rescue
because she still cared, still wanted
him in her presence
and when he realized he treated her wrong
oh wait..
he never did.

Why are you so afraid
of people hating you?

It means you're real.

Not getting attached is all
part of an act,
it's hard to keep up, and
kind of scary
to think that one day it
won't be an
act anymore, it'll just be my mind
thinking that
this is how I'm supposed
to be.

Your words are like death,
once it's gone, it still holds meaning
It lingers in my head
as if they were just spoken
to me
It haunts me, repeating what I
desperately want to hold onto but
physically can't.

We fight for titles, don't want the labels.
Want the fame but not the troubles
but in the end we're all the same,
dead and underground.

Still with all of that, we strive
to make the best out of it.