It seems so hard to move on with these shackles around my feet,A head so full of nothingness, can't get me any sleep,
Smoked something I shouldn't, don't let me be misunderstood.
And this charades a mess, I can't figure it all out,
When I am cold and naked, I don't know what it's about,
It seems like I'm going nowhere- now how can that be good?
And desperation closing in like a noose around my neck,
You said I could turn to you any time, how could I forget?
I hate myself and want to die.
I hate myself and want to die.
I hate myself and want to die.
Leave me be!
I hate myself and want to die.
Well the sky is dark today; there is no sun,
Just a fire in the sky, getting nothing done,
I used to be a winner; somehow I just let that go.
One day I'll die in shame with a shotgun in my hand,
That razor kissed my wrist before; blood poured forth its demand,
You say winter is so pretty, but I can't see it for snow.
I'll be better off this way, take that look off your face,
Without my brooding sorrow this will be a better place.
I hate myself and want to die.
I hate myself and want to die.
I hate myself and want to die.
Leave me be!
I hate myself and want to die.
Well I never been so alone, where did I go wrong?
Maybe it's my attitude; shake it off and just stroll on,
I can't describe it. Sometimes I can't even speak.
Lately I've been thinking a lot about life,
How easy it would be to end it with one cut from this knife,
My hands are trembling and my knees are so weak.
Everything I been looking for just seems to hide away,
When medical science allows it, please don't bring me back someday.
I hate myself and want to die.
I hate myself and want to die.
I hate myself and want to die.
Leave me be!
I hate myself and want to die.
My conversation's scattered with innuendo and shame,
The people love it! To them it's such a fun game,
But inside I'm aching; so empty I feel it's full.
You always bring me laughter, you made me smile today!
The life and soul of the party, the people will say,
But what shines bright from a distance, close-up is really quite dull.
If I didn't know me, I wouldn't give me any time,
If I wasn't me I'd never make myself mine.
I hate myself and want to die.
I hate myself and want to die.
I hate myself and want to die.
Leave me be!
I hate myself and want to die.
