Regrets And Feelings

Good... Or Bad

I don't know what's wrong with me at times
Am I really mental? Or is that just my excuse?

Maybe I am the spawn of the devil
That's why I am so much trouble

Why couldn't I be good?
Like one of those other children that have proud parents?

Instead I just disappoint mine
And because of that I end up having to pay

A fucked up price, is this really what I want?
Or is this what they want?

I can't even believe your lies anymore...
Just be honest with me...

I was a mistake, wasn't I?