Me the leaf

I'm bad Really bad I'm really, really bad All the time This...doesn't go away You can stop feeling it sometimes but it'll just drift with you It drifts because you drift You and you're bad drift (like two peas in a pod) Neither you, nor your bad truly know where to drift But what you do know is to keep drifting When I think of me drifting I think of a leaf It's just sitting on the water almost still but barely going And the water is so empty There's nothing there which gives it this tragic beauty The water is similar to the world in this way The water just goes on and on Which means the drift of the leaf just goes on and on This, this is what I see, when I see myself And it hurts to see myself this way but I can't help it My thoughts drift, just like me They drift to the leaf The leaf that I know is me But doesn't know where the me/leaf is going