Oh yes.

I've got a few things to say....

i'm a little ashamed, but its all the same
Like last summer, stuck in this mind frame
and its a dark twisted passageway.

Oh well, here I go, everything I've got to show,
I can't take you or myself serious anymore.

A bad guy, A good guy, or asshole douche
A fag, womanizer, or spinless boy to push.

How do I handle the constant struggle and mess?
Drugs, alcohol, exercise and rap I guess.

I hate most, because I see in them what I see in me.
Pride, a struggling mess and a lot of envy.

I'm blessed in almost every way, which I don't notice
because my mind DOES NOT WORK THAT WAY.

If I could habitually see the good,
If I could habitually push myself.

But I won't, I choose not too.
I choose to struggle, I choose to lie.
I choose chaos and I DON'T WHYY.

Why oh why.