satan's been prowling like a roaring lion

a lot of shit happens in this life that can make you bitter
we suffer a lot of hurt: self/God/universe/others-inflicted
I'm trying desperately not to become jaded
like dad says 'welcome to adulthood' but does that include gross self-disappointment and hideous moral failure? living with sh*t that I didn't cause is hard enough, but living with crap that I'm at least a large part responsible for is a whole new level of sorrow.

and if it seems like an accident, a collage of senselessness...
till what i want and what i need can finally be the same
I've just got myself to blame
left everything up to fate
when there's choices i could make...
and now my heart needs a polygraph