I hate me
Searching for things that I never had
Guess my life really aint that bad
If I get lost inside my head
Numb this brain and leave me dead
We'll go outside and have some fun
Lay in the sun and make some love
But believe me, I hate you
I'm a sucker for the saddest song
I'll close my eyes and sing along
Listen close and ill tell you bout
The things I hate about myself
But I know something you don't know
The greatest evil is made of gold
and one of them, is free
Yeah you, I hate me
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