There's no such thing as liking me
and all that crap 'bout true love
ain't real to me
Just like there would be a God up above
who would take care of me
And if so...
then why did He let him fuck my mom,
and bring me to life
so he could leave me
and divorce his wife
for such shit as money
If so...
then why am I so self-distructive
feel nothing else but pain and hate
for him who screwed me up in my head
If so...
then why can't I find a reason to live
'till he's dead?
No
I don't believe
not even in myself
and if you're sick and tired of me this way
There's the door,
I won't make you stay
leave me,
like him who never came