I hate everyone that I know, then I wonder "where did my friends go?"
f****** poor me, always suffering.
Everyone will let me down, one way or the other.
One day I'll be dead and gone, maybe then we'll get along?
I'm not holding my breath, but what do I know? I know nothing.
f****** poor me, always suffering.
Everyone will let me down, one way or the other.
One day I'll be dead and gone, maybe then we'll get along?
I'm not holding my breath, but what do I know? I know nothing.