Don't Feel Bad

Who picks up smoking cigarettes as a full-grown man? So much so that it changes the color of his hand As the sun shines all around him, he stews into rage Shoving glass into his chest while shooting arrows of blame You took advantage of the chances that I gave you 2nd turned to 7th, and the 8th time I forbade you Don't feel bad, cause he hates everything anyway He hates everyone anyway, and especially me Don't feel bad, cause he hates everything anyway He hates everyone anyway, and especially me Her downy comforter is soaked in red red wine The heavy weight drowns out her ghosts, but it blocks any light As she opens up her mouth, poison pearls start to drop And a scoop of frozen guilt is the cherry on top You took advantage of the chances that I gave you 2nd turned to 7th, and the 8th time I forbade you Don't feel bad, cause he hates everything anyway He hates everyone anyway, and especially me Don't feel bad, cause he hates everything anyway He hates everyone anyway, and especially me Don't feel bad Don't feel bad Don't feel bad Don't feel bad