The Fatalist And The Anti-Hero

By Chloe Cheung

you can find heaven and hell in my mind try to escape but i come crawling back every time think i’m a fatalist now i run but i can’t hide every time i commit a crime i get so high like it’s a gold rush

this never-ending game of tug and war drives me insane but i think i might be addicted to the pain it’s like euphoria running through my veins i say i'm done but i never change

i’d lie to myself if i wasn’t so tired i’d say “i’m so sick of all the good guys think i’m gonna root for the anti-hero in the end it’s all the same neither of them can save the day so i might as well just tear the page burn the book leave the stage it’s nothing but a sick joke anyway”

but lately my memory’s been showing up hazy and sometimes my imagination scares me empathy makes me crazy think i’m losing my mind when the villain’s looking like the nice guy

wish i could turn back time but even if I try to change everything's already preordained I guess i'm just destined to be the anti-hero