I’ll be the bad one again,
the one who’s to blame
and be raged on again,
the one who is trouble,
the one who is wrong,
the one who can’t be tamed.
I’ll be the mad one again,
the one who’s cruel,
and is selfish again,
the one who is awkward,
the one who is vain,
the one who will never change.
I’ll be the spoiled one again,
the one who takes,
and uncaring again,
the one who is lesser,
the one who is numb,
the one that is labeled strange.
But I’ll be the one who’s goal is to live
to not think of the words
that could cause me to give
everything up
and pour one last cup
the one
who is
deranged.
I’ll be the one who’s following a dream
to not work for something without any meaning
the one who is proud
the one who has gained
from the hurtful words
in which you
should be
ashamed.