Bad Person

I feel like I’ve been lying, I’ve been lying and pretending. But I’ll go on denying, The signals that I’ve been sending. I’d like them to believe me, I’d like to believe myself. But I know that I’m deceiving, You and everyone else. Though they’re only thoughts, Thoughts turn into actions. Truth and lies have fought, And truth turns into fractions. Maybe I wasn’t meant to be, The person I’ve tried to become. Or maybe I was sent to see, That someone would do you wrong. I get so tired of the bad guy role, And I try so hard to be good. I pretend to feel bad for the hearts I stole, But I don’t even know if I could. All of this could be undeniably true, Or it could just be how I feel. But when I lay my eyes on you, I don’t want any of this to be real. I want to be the person you love, And the person who loves you back. The person that you would never shove, But I fear all the things that I lack. It could be correct to say, That there is no goodness in me at all. This bad person is who I play, And another role will never call.