And once again,
It's 6 am,
You can tell I've been crying
I think I'm just done trying.
And I'll never really get
Why I choose to go and bet
Against myself one day,
And the next I feel okay.

But that's alright,
Because there will always be spite.
And hatred for the past,
Do good things ever last?
I think maybe not,
I kind of hope that my last thought.
Because if I choose to be so cynical
Maybe you won't take me so literal.