I hate the fact that I fuckin' hate me,
I dug my own grave and slept in it for bout' a day and,
I wonder where these dues get off,
credit to depression.
that's the fuel of my fuckin songs.
Fuck the pride of a faggot,
I don't care if I offended,
that's just where I'm at and.
I swear I fuckin' hate you Ashley.
I cut my wrists and turn the page,
it's a brand new day after.
