The Darkest Part Of Me
Once again I'm found guilty,
Each time it takes a part of me.
No matter what I make the same mistake,
Slowly, but surly, I'm about to break.
I'm a face framed on the wall,
It seems every time I stand and fall.
Is this what makes my mind so raw?
I'm not going to pretend,
Here I go again.
My anger is now so strong,
To react is still wrong.
I know I have to be stable.
Though sometiems I feel I'm unable.
With this I set my sprit free,
Now I only fear; the dakest part of me.
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