I'm sick of life, I hate the earth
I hate the people, that gave me birth
I'm tired of kids, I'm tired of crying
I like to imagine, this whole place dying
I hate the drugs, that curse my veins
I hate myself and all my pains

I'm tired of lies, I'm tired of hate
I can't stand my god damn fate
I know I'll die, tired and forgotten
They won't notice, till my body's rotten
Why should I care, if no one else does
They aren't shit either, like I never was

If god exists, I hate him too
He left me in pain, and made my friends few
And I should love him, and all he's done?
How bout I don't, and flick off the sun
I hate being used, I'm used by them all
I've had enough, I'm ready to fall

Forget the times, I cried to you
I hate you now, you know why too
Leave me alone, don't act like you care
I tell you things, that you said to share
I'm sick of you, and all you do
I want you gone, friendship is through

Doesn't that make you feel better?

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