i must admit, i was a bit confused. i saw my picture in the mornin' news. you said i killed me, but it's just not true. nothin's real; nothin's certain, but when i read your words, it just starts hurtin'.
everybody's tryin' to convict me, for taking seroquel and doin' therapy, but that's all ancient history, and it's just between god and me. i hate life, don't smoke pot. maybe a maniac, but a user i'm not!
i can't believe the things my school friends said. most times i wish that i were dead. i get so mad that i just see red, then something blows apart inside my head. it's all erroneous information- i've gotta make a little clarification.
life. i don't need it. no one ever understood me, anyway. you'll never catch me...i won't give up... you'll never take me alive!!!
you better listen to mr. hate
*adapted from mr.hate (the tubes)
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