I can't ignore what I've become,
But I don't have the strength to change it.
I don't even know who I really was, so do I know who I should beat?
I give in to her sometimes, when the world becomes just too much for me to handle,
Then I feel the wild fire spread- even though it started out as a candle.
Maybe if I fight back, it'll all turn out so much better,
But somewhere in my head I hear "Bullshit", amongst all the usual chatter.