bad

Perhaps i’m not such a sweet boy after all…
I tried to delude myself into loving like a normal man
I hacked my way into a decent job
I played the part of the prodigal son only to stray whenever
I lead you into thinking we could’ve been an Item
An ice cream sharing couple on a Sunday dream
Fun loving, life chanting, joy spreading,
A regular Walt Disney,
With a dream so huge, it transcends anyone who comes in contact with me,
And it touches the fabric of each of their lives,
And affects them into ever-loving me, unconditionally,
How untrue…
Bitter, angry, sad, and impotent,
Depraved, addicted, immoral and plain wicked,
My family will be my circle of evil minions,
Nonchalant blasé unconcerned in spite of being spiteful
Nasty nasty, me and the nasty bunch,
The sick brigade, the toxic gang, the fuckin’ boys,
But I look into all yer eyes,
And I sigh, smile and go “love me”,
And you’re all back in my pocket, where I want you.