Sometimes I just really hate myself
Keep wishing I could be somedoby else
And when it rains, it pours, you don't need to tell me
And right now I'm just a shitty guy to be

And depression seems to knock
With no good reason in stock
And my problems aren't worth mentioning at all

Sometimes god just really hates my guts
And I'm tellin' you no lie, it kinda sucks
I feel down without a single right to be
Which in turn just prompts the cycle to repeat

Cause I'm angry at myself
Which just doesn't really help
My whole life is just a mess without a mess

[humming or whatever]

Sometimes I Hate Myself

I know this sounds kinda similar. Bear with me.

I'm pretty sure there is a reason 
for you cancelling our meeting
I'm a grown up my, of course I understand
Booking tickets for vacation
Or defending our nation
Most important things and I just can't conted

It's no problem, don't you know,
I got stuff to do at home
Like lying on my bed and dreaming about you

I know your time is worth a lot
What, with the small amount we've got
To roam this planet and to leave something behind
You need some make-up for your eyes
And there's this book you want to buy
And you're so sorry, don't you worry, it's alright

We just put in on the shelve
I got stuff to do myself
Like lying on the bed and dreaming about you

Shelved

Amateur poetry to the sound of missing strings.

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