Angry At Myself

Cut and cry
Then cut some more
Get down to the fleshy route of the problem...

I hate myself,
Simply put, it needs no explanation

If you were an immoral person you may understand

I'm going to hell for all that I do and all that I think

My inner thoughts are blasphemous
And my drug use is unstoppable

I used to believe that believing was all I needed...

Not true,
Believing is just giving yourself another reason to be let down

So stop all your happy thoughts
And forget the future
Dying is the only thing I have to look forward to

And at the rate I'm going
It won't be long