1998

I like to see my own face
It’s seems like I can follow
My life is shit
Because they hate it

Fuck!
I’m shedding skin on everyone
These are my words
I can’t believe it
You have fucked up
Can I refuse it now?
This is my choice
You don’t seem to care
So why am I here?
This is a problem
I don’t like it
But want to kiss the grave
You are invited
Damn it!
I hate you
Why do you fuck with me?