one step forward
two steps back to hell
three times broken
unforgiving of myself

indecisive, crazy
lonely and lazy
projected images of torture
suffered in my mind
and it shows on my body
sorry mom that I was naughty

so things are good
and then they're better
and what goes up comes right back down
crashing and burning
til it explodes on the ground
like everything else
and everyone

failure, resentment
bitterness and oral fixations
reckless behaviour
imoral sensations
nice to be on the right track
going the wrong direction
to no place in particular
let me fade away