People are creatures of sin
Of selfishness and deceit
And though I try to be only good
Darkness seems a friend I often greet
These are not words of sadness
Of depression, self loathing, and doubt
They are the words of girl who is wondering
What this life is really about
By nature we are all evil
Self preservation is a trait ingrained
But as soon as we begin thinking
We realize these traits mustn't be retained
Why is our natural form something to be drained?
If we are born broken then why do we try
To live in this world
Where each day we must lie?