im a bad person

i dont know

why i did what i had done

there's somthing in me

something growing

wanting to be free

wanting to be feed upon

and time n time again

i let it out

only to bring disaster

but i cant help it....

being a bad person,

it make me whole

being a bad person,

make me laugh/hapy

being a bad person

it make my day

maybe after all

im really am a bad person...

i deserved everything that had happenn to me

coz im not a saint

after all we are just human...