Looking at myself
through my own eyes
there is no truth
only deceit and lies
a make believe past
a future of fantasy
a present full of emptiness
what is wrong with me
i can see myself
for who i really am
a liar and a no one
no one else gives a damn
i am alone
in this wretched world i live in
dealing with all the sh*t I've created
and living with the unfaithfulness within
i cannot stand
to look at my reflection
one that sees life
without chance of resurrection
when i see myself
i could almost cry
there are so many reasons
in which i want to die
a life of death
in one i live
with nothing to lose
and nothing to give
i walk the earth
a complete waste of flesh
wreaking of deceit and lies
the awful stench of death
