Reality Bites - A series of unfortunate no-rhymers

I'm fascinated with the dark
I have no idea why
It's not just the colour
It's morbidity
Why should it enamour me so?
Is it the reflection of my life?
Or is it my reaction to the world?
Is it the state of my soul?
Either way, Reality Bites

I love that Rollin Stones Line
"I see a red door and I want to paint it black"
Am I really the hideous monster i'm made out to be?
Or do I make myself out to be that way?
Either way, why do I live up to that image?
Is it because I love the attention?
Is it because I really am that way?
Or is it because I couldnt be bothered to change that image?
Either way, Reality Bites

Every time I fight the darkness in me I succeed
But the success is only short-lived
Am I the only one like this?
Are there others who are as pathetic?
Or do only I say these things out loud?
Personally I dont think I'm that bad
But then why does the world keep telling me I am?
There cant be smoke without fire can there?
Either way, Reality Bites

Maybe I dont keep loved ones happy enough
Maybe I dont practise what I preach
Maybe I expect too much
Maybe I set myself up to fail
Maybe I am wrong more that I'm right
Maybe I dont deserve most of what I have
Maybe I should change
Either way, Reality Bites