The Hero Is Dead

I can feel my dreams fading,
a drop of blood falls from my eye.
My soul is fucking JADED,
and the one to blame is "I".
This situation seems all too familiar,
desperation is getting the best of me.
Once again try to convince myself things will work out,
but it's just not REALITY.
How long can I fucking lie to myself?
ALL things MUST come to an end.
Every bend has its breaking point;
I find mine in memories relived.
No good deed goes unpunished,
and they say SIN goes the same in such.
So even if your God REALLY does exist,
the way I see it, I'M FUCKED.
I have watched everyone I have ever loved,
pack up and fucking leave.
And the more I psychoanalyze myself,
it becomes abundantly clear the reason was me.
I AM NOT A GOOD PERSON.
Quite possibly the greatest understatement of all time.
I am a self-serving ego-maniacal PRICK,
Try not to concern yourself with “WHY”.
I'm not saying this to try to trump myself up,
IT'S THE INTROSPECTIVE TRUTH.
And if you ever knew me for more than a minute,
well, then you've probably seen it, too.
I've said good bye so many times,
never once having actually meant it.
But time has run out on these false cries for help,
and there's a literal TON of sin that needs repent'n.
So perhaps this time I can get it right,
finally find a way to bow out gracefully.
And in the off chance that your God truly does exist,
I simply ask, you PRAY FOR ME.........