You see, I try.
I try to be a good person,
"do unto others..." etc.
But it seems, the world doesn't like me.

I spend every moment
with good intent at heart,
but things come back and
bite me in the ***, eventually...

I've gone the wrong direction,
taken the wrong turn at Albuquerque
a few too many times.
I thought my life would be different, that's all.

So, no matter what I do,
I hate myself, in the end.
I spend my time regretting
all the things I've done.

"**** it all!" I say to myself,
but at the corner of ****** and happiness,
I tend to make the same decision...
and the cycle begins again.