I’ve had my fair share of wrongdoings,
I’m no saint;
But all of you people are exactly the same.
My decisions are choices that drove me insane.
I’ll find a way to punish myself in spite of the pain.
Don’t think you’re special; Don’t think you’ll make me change.
Every move I make is part of the game;
The game to justify all my mistakes.
An end to self-victimization and personal gain.
A vortex tunnel in a downpour rain.
It isn’t easy, it’s hard to refrain
from letting go of all of this rage.
So please don’t hold on, please walk away
from this mess I created
just because you came.
Misunderstood InSaNiTy 