Odd

Shit just gets crazy sometimes

And life goes fucking insane.

My morals get a little fucking lazy at times,

Sorry to sound so profane.

The bad habits and swearing are hard to kick,

I think they're a little ingrained.

Rules and values are hard to make stick,

They just can't find a place in my brain.

My life is filled with my demons,

I've welcomed more than I've slain.

My hands are covered in innocent blood,

I can't seem to wash away the stain.

I am fated to be a degenerate,

Locked inside a cage made of my pain.

I want things to be different, 

But I tend to just stay in my lane.

I am one cliche in a line of events, 

All linked to form one long chain.

I'll get inspired to break this cycle, 

But before long my interest wanes.

My outlook on life and fate,

Might indeed be a bit strange.

I pick up weird wavelengths,

But the normal ones are out of my range.

I wouldn't want to be normal,

Even if it was something I could arrange.

Some people you can tweak and twist,

But my oddity refuses to change. 

I wouldn't trade my psycho for your sanity,

I wouldn't trade your regular for my strange.

Sure being odd is a bother at times,

But even for perfection, I'd never exchange.