sometimes, I part my lips to speak,
the words don't come out;
my lips begin to dry, slowly
as I breathe in air
there's something wrong with me
what do I do?
what is wrong with me?
I wish I could please people,
I wish people could please me,
and people come and go,
they can be amazing, rarely though
but for some reason I ruin it
I ruin everything
I am a cancer
I hate people
people hate me
I ruin everything
I hate everything
I hate me