I'll narrate this with my tongue

For physical interaction, just would seem so desperate

And I'm not seeking that kind of attention

You know the concept would be too dangerous

It's best I cope with these natural intentions

This whole anxiety, suicidal, depression

This is my impression

Of how I hate myself

I hate myself

I'm fucking done

I'm so fucking sick

Of this fucking place

I never was worth it to anyone that loved me

Or anyone that claimed to have loved me

To be far away from you

I'll close my eyes and have eternal sleep

I know this is a comedy routine

But this is me, this is me

I hate myself

Forgive your son