Tell me now, what do you see,
Whenever you take a look at me?
I no longer know right from wrong,
I've decided to just follow along.
Can you say, with all honesty,
That in my eyes, good it what you see?
I wouldn't beleive you if that's you what you said,
For my heart is cold, and my soul is dead.
Is it evil I am, and all I be,
Have I lived my life somewhat too free?
I doubt this as well, no matter what you say,
Becuase I've held values to this day.
So what is it that you see,
Whenever you take a look at me?
Maybe it's not so easy, not nearly black-and-white,
I could be here just for the fun of the fight.
Does my past fortell my evil,
Or does it have nothing to tell?
I've done so much wrong before these days,
That I doubt redemption would come here to stay.
Do you want to share my pain,
To take some of it away, to be its bane?
I don't think I would let you,
As a curse like that, I would not give to you.
So what is it you see,
Whenever you take a look at me?
I am honestly searching for this answer...
Wed Oct 29, 2008 6:13 pm
