Who are you? What do you see when you look in the mirror? Do you smile at the life you've led? Do you regret the words you've said? You stir up dust just to complain it's in your eyes. You cling to a thought, even if it's based on lies. Why do your failed attempts become your whipping stick? Life is messy and imperfect, sometimes you don't deserve shit. You're failures are your own, but you always pass the blame. It'd be nice to hear you say, just once, that you're ashamed.