Confession of a bad person

It's said that bad people got no remorse, 

that feeling bad means being good

But I'm either the exception to the rule 

or representing everyone else, 

when I say

I feel a weight in my chest 

and the filthiness of my actions

but I can't seem to change 

I can't seem to do anything else

other than worse

and worse and worse

until doors close and I'm alone

And I tried to cut my tongue

and burn away my brain 

it grew back filled with venom

and I still make bad decisions

So it's safe to assume 

I can't seem to change 

and lone wolves are just another myth

and I'm going insane 

in isolation 

and I suffer

but I know that's what I deserve

Old dogs learn new tricks

but bad dogs are locked in a cage

and if anybody bothered to check

they'll know they still got a heart

and it swells at every bite

and it bleeds at every bark 

and I'd file down my teeth

if only they won't grow back 

So put me in a jail 

and throw away the key 

but at least let me cry

cus I wish i wasn't like this