My Own Worst Enemy
When I look deep I see
I'm my own worst enemy
Hard as it is to believe
Trying my best to destroy me
Most of what I think is right
Packaged sweetly comes back to bite
With heavy heart and heavy sigh
Far too often this I find
Always thinking of myself
Disguised as being here to help
Selfish needs for no one else
As I play the cards I've dealt
Like a box of squawk that talks
Snake in the weeds before it's caught
What you see both sold and bought
Here for me, I'm thinking not
Staking claim to dirty deeds
Whispering this is all you need
As under my thumb me I keep
Who needs enemies when I have me
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