You choose a life that’s purely chaotic
And wonder why there’s havoc
You take no responsibility
Just like a psychotic
You say you have to care for yourself
You’re tired, stressed, you’re spent
You prize your mayhem and your mess
All else goes on the shelf
When in your selected pit of doom
Where tears pour and heartbeats ache
You long for reprieve at any expense
And your savior’s familiar perfume
Your selfishness stays hidden
Under the guise of self-care
Your chosen mask of martyrdom
Makes criticism forbidden
Strength, perseverance, and bravery
You peddle that’s what gets you through
You self-admire that badge of courage
But the facade’s just unsavory
Someone will always bail you out
Of the mess you made again
But someday that someone won’t be me
Of that I have no doubt
Sparks 