Believe It

Believe It I'm a bit misguided I sometimes neglect my appearance My brain has been through blunt force trauma I speak the language of regret I overdose on my emotions I use sarcasm because it keeps me interested I have a mild death wish My enemies are usually figments of my imagination An aura of disaster occasionally follows me around What does not confuse me is desire So keep your heart within reach Because I'm coming for you like the PLAGUE