So maybe I hate myself,
Maybe for a change I can hate somebody else
The liar, the *******, the crying and cold
The loosers, the lonely, the ancient and old
The wed to their stigma, it's always the same
Couldn't change their minds unless they felt the pain
Of loss, of loving, of never loving again
Of finding that someone and holding their hand
Just to pull it away,
It's so sad to say,
Maybe the truth is the fault lies with me
I'm ugly and stupid and probably diseased
I know that I'm dying cause I still breath,
why do I still breath?
I know that I'm living cause I hold my breathe,
Hold my head under cold water and wish for death,
It's a comfort, a hug, from my mom
Not knowing the difference is where I'm coming from
This is a cry
Only a cry for help
this is a cry
a cry for help
This aint over, it never is
I'm tossing and screaming for this to end
The ryming is gone
I'm I've nothing left to say
Just maybe tomorrow I wont feel this way