I found ten reasons to hate myself
and you gave me ten more
Then that sum manifested
and multiplied by four

All of the things
from the eighty before
became something ugly
that I continued to explore

So, it made twenty more reasons
and now one hundred’s the score

Its all just a cycle
a never-ending encore
With a total too whole
and complete to ignore
With all these reasons
nothing is complete
Ugly and incomplete