my Worst enemy...

my mother's always trying to tell me
how to be grateful, how to believe
my father's always trying to say
baby you're beautiful in every way
my lover's always got me in his arms
trying to protect me, keep me from harm
so why do i always have to be
my worst, my own worst enemy?
in the shadow, in the greys
in the lonely
there is a place
where we can all hide away
but in the window of the soul
there is nowhere we can go
if we keep running
running from our destiny......