Feeling like I'll never understand this. All the things I hate about myself. The mistakes I made, I never planned that. Every time I'm good, there's something else.
I toss and turn and I can't sleep. I don't understand my life. I don't understand my suffering. I try to fight, I try to resist. But all the hate and all the pain.
Live in darkest dreams; drugs roam in my head. Nothing's like it seems; still the blood is red. Myself is what I hate; my living and my lie. I blow to my fate; never try.