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Hell, I've become a walking

contradiction, an alcoholic

and romantic, a devil and

angel, a mania and  crash

I'm everything and nothing

I'm got this void and these

little devils shouting over

each other with amplifiers

I'm tired of becoming

this person I can't be

I can't be this person

I want to be, now

or ever, it seems it's

just not in the cracks

in the flooring while

I bash my head to want

something I can never be

Hell, I've become a running

disbelief, a junkie and

mover and shaker, falling

between the shadowed 

lines of make belief and 

love I've felt my whole life

Never aligns just right