Confessions (The Final Chapter's End)

I don’t live according to these words They may move me But they don’t rule me I’m proud of my accomplishments And I think I know what you think “He always loses out to negativity” Okay, I’ll give you that one But only this once will I admit defeat Tomorrow I might sing another song Or ask me and I’ll deny it completely So far, unable to say I was wrong Because I seldom am (at least in my mind) Survival instincts and reflexes were quick Far too quick but close to beliefs Accompanied by agony, pain and grief Too much grief, too little relief Enough to make anyone sick After all, these flaws make me human When skepticism borders the line and judge mentality invades the mind Expect dire consequence Too much aimed toward others Means social suicide Bad mouthing yourself and life Equals constant depression Prevention is better than cure It’s too late for me, I’m sure Showing faults I know are there For many caused unrest At best, for battle I had to prepare Cause nobody wanted to hear Or contest the good in life Ever so often, I would reflect And on occasion was quite impressed Even though I’m not without fault But I’m just one person Who’ll confess everything just as he sees it If I’m happy I want everyone to know When I’m sad, exactly the same I guess my life isn’t all made up, although For many, my opinions are messed up As from now, I’ll stop stepping on toes My dress code will be…smiles and make-up But I’ll only wear this ensemble to prevent runny mascara from tainting the blues In and around these eyes