your problem

I think you have a problem
I think it's me
you're coming clean
and I'm getting dirty
I think you have the right to be angry
I see it now
your painted skies
so what are you going to do
with your little problem
how are you going to turn things around
what is the point
if this is all you get
I know I'm hard to handle
slippery and increasingly out of reach
the truth doesn't bend
for you or for me
if you want proof
it's not hard to find
I'm not hiding anymore
there is a purpose
in all of this
but nobody is going to believe me

This anger was drilled into me
with malicious intent
my eyes are burning
my throat is closing
but you just want to hold my hand
so humor me
tell me I'll be alright
tell me I'm gonna
make it through the night
this world needs believers
this world needs hope
this world doesn't need another
self-obsessed suicidal malcontent
I've played my games
I did my time
I did a pretty good imitation of a human being
I did what I wanted
did a lot I'd rather not repeat
so let me take this time to say
goodbye.