willing victim

Loneliness, it eats your soul
no one deserves to be
it turns you into your best and your worst
ahh.. your worst

Its started with a sweet nothing
then it turns into a bitter something
should have not begin a game that one don't know how to win

But then again, its all choices
stupid choices, stupid risks, stupid mistakes
at the time and place, it is what you needed
what you wanted

Life is simple, but you and me, we are not
we embrace complexity
it's in our blood
we can't bear to live a life without the heat, the fire, the flames
we dance and dwell in it
expect to get burned
yet refuse to feel the pain

but it's ok
because in the end, you always got yourself to blame.