Regression

What if I tried, would you then Consider my time as well spent Would you put me on trial, consider who's fit To brand me insane, so I won't ever have to deal with it What have I done, your only son They spit on my name, and now I have a gun Running 'round in circles, kids come out to play But I can't remember what it was that made me Feel this... hate All my pictures on display here What's that you said, you were my friend I can't recall, say it again This isn't a game, but I will pretend Look at me now, 'cause I win I would be faking, I didn't know These idle hands don't know their worth I've covered them in blood, but this Still fucking hurts HATE! HATE!