The Bitter End

I'm comfortable in my skin.

Sometimes it leaves with the wind.

When it desires something more than its natural preset.

I can sympathize with its determined pretest.

I'm always wanting what I can't have.

In that sense I am normal.

For that reason I need to relax.

Being a follower seems so dismal.

To live in a haze.

Going through a phase.

Getting through the days.

While I watch the world graze.

On a field of tantalizing craze.

I let the fire in my eyes blaze.

As you live in a haze.

Crawling through the phase.

Of getting through the days.

And you gag as you graze.

And you grow in your craze.

Your eyes, they blaze.

As you die inside

Because you've already lived your lives.