Am I in? Do I fit into your perfect ideal? Plastic as a feeling could be? Do I win? A victim and the abuser at the same time? Money fades faster than fame Regrets become fogged sinking towards the end of the bog my fate began once I was born (B-born, B-b-born) Nobody is around me Yet the walls constantly cave in Don’t make this harder than it needs to be Grow, take the crown In the past I’ve felt so down A new arc, petals blossom the flowers bloom My flaws make me human Purified all the toxins that are left in me Circle back When I arrived at the gates of hell They asked me Are you on the list? I denied Because now I am an optimist
