Tastes Like Pain

I hate me I'm loser I'm dummkopf I'm stupid I hate you I'm sorry I'm awful I'm evil Forgive me I should be Castrated Mutilated And stripped down And burned at The stake Compliments To the chef It's good as it gets But I'm afraid I'm afraid I just want This problem To go away Sprinkle in a little self-hate Drop a pinch of bottled up rage Mix it up and serve it on a plate It tastes like pain It tastes like pain It tastes like pain It tastes like pain It tastes like pain And I'm to blame And I'm to blame And I'm to blame