None so rough as me I believe
So harsh, ignorant and unbelievably crook
So lazy in his attempts to redemption
So hazy in beliefs and distrust in faith and resolution.
The mistakes, I do everytime,
Loosing a precious part every time
Yet I am so guilty but helpless
Unable to leave behind the dreaded mistakes.
But as always, I hope to change
Transformation is inevitable
No one can go on forever the same
I will change, my blood have I offered as promise
I will change.
A/N: This is an old poem. I laugh how I sounded so much like Rājan. Long story short, I had been giving spoilers about my own life!