I`m an angel, I`m a devil
I am sometimes in between
I`m as bad as it can get and good as it can be
Sometimes I`m a million colors
Sometimes I`m black and white
I am all extremes
Try to figure me out you never can
There`s so many things I am
Sometimes I`m miserable sometimes I`m pitiful
But that`s so typical of all the things I am
I am someone filled with self belief
And haunted by self doubt
I got all the answers
I got nothing figured outI like to be by myself
I hate to be alone
I`m up and I am down
But that`s the part of the thrill
Part of the plan
Part of all of the things
I'm a million contradictions
Sometimes I make no sense
Somtimes I`m perfect
Sometimes I`m a mess
Sometimes I`m not sure who I am
Friday, May 18, 2007
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You are who you are.. sometimes it's the emotions that confuses ourselves, that makes us doubt about ourselves, that messes up our definition of our belief and our plot.
..but sometimes, we just love to indulge ourselves to be emotional, hence we enjoy all those confusions, we enjoy doubting ourselves, we enjoy messing around with our head, dun we?
*wink*
Not the noble one, not the chosen one, THE CODE-NAMED ONE,
Spider
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