I hate my life,
As it is plain and simple,
I hate the way,
That I am the master,
And the jester,
At the same time,

And I'm so indicisive whether I should act or not,
Or pick or choose,
Or hate or love,
I simply just can't make up my mind,
And decide what I want from life,
If I want to live or just wait around,

And I'm always so anxious,
About the smallest things that happen'
While comparing myself to others,
As they are always better,
Even if it doesn't matter,
Since we won't be around forever.