"I can't escape this hell
So many times i've tried
But i'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal, this animal)

I can't escape myself
(I can't escape myself)
So many times i've lied
(So many times i've lied)
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal

Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this hell

(This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal)

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal I have become)"




Okay, so most of you know me as the fun loving, happy, humorous guy that would do anything for his friends and those who care for him.

WAKE UP CALL! It's bullshit!

I lie, I cheat, I'm a coward, I'm unfaithful, and I'm a depressed messed in the head emo. All I have to do is look at the scar on my wrist and it yells conviction at me. I'm jealous of my friends because most of them have gf's/bf's and whenever we hang out they're hanging over each other. I mean, they're really polite and say that they'd be okay if I did that, but I'd need a gf first. Fat chance I'll ever have one of those in the school. I'm not a nice person. I've just been hiding it all behind a mask of pleasantness. I think it's been leaking out though. Des and Majesta have been commenting on how I'm always depressed and I KNOW Angie has seen through it. She pretty much said flat out that she loved me and I could really have cared less. Granted, what goes around, comes around. I'm sure if I splattered my brains over the pavement I could count on one hand the number of people who'd miss me. And even then I'd consider myself lucky for being so loved.

Maybe I've got this all wrong. So far my life has sucked and I've bee playing the good guy, hoping it would get me something, anything. Maybe I have to release the "animal", the darkest side of me. I look around and I see my tormenters in middle school having a great life: lots of friends, popular, hot bf/gf.... It's true! Nice guys finish last.

Fuck being nice...