I have made many mistakes in my life,
I regret a lot more,
Why bother trying to be an angel when all you can be is a demon?
Why live your life a saint when you constantly roll snake eyes?

I have made many mistakes,
I feel pain for my works,
Why live your life a king when all you feel is the fool?
Why love the ones who need you when you are forsaken?

My mistakes are my own,
I want no remorse,
Who needs goodness when it is not returned?
Who needs a life pure when you are left with hate?

I will make many more mistakes,
But I will care no longer,
Why should one care when one is forsaken?
Why should one try when one is a demon?

The storm is coming.
The world will change.
My life is waning.
Another will replace.