That 4th Step Is A Doozy

Reflectiions II: My 4^th Step

 

 

Life is worth the fight, so I’m back at it again

I still don’t know what to do; it’s Round 2, me versus my reflection

Words are weapons, I use words to spite and smite

My sense of entitlement says I’m always right

I cheat and I lie to manipulate women

One wild, wily womanizer is what I have been

I try to be too witty, and I wallow in self pity

I refused to lose and used broads and dudes all over the city

I don’t practice what I preach, I really have no patience

I flip the script on family and friends with no hesitation

I will bend a friends ear, but I don’t like to listen

When a friend needs somebody to lean on, I can go missing

I’m wicked, I’m heartless, I’m viciously selfish

I’m greedy, I’m needy, I’m childish and helpless

I’m powerless, and sometimes I hate what I see in the mirror

But reflecting on my defects is easier now that my vision is clearer