Then weaken, and demolish me?
How can it sing to me?
Then yell at, and scream to me?
How can you understand me?
When you avoid and neglect me?
I work through the days
I numb out the nights
While desperately try to change my old ways.
I hate who I am; I hate what I’ve missed.
I hate that I care and in the end I’ll still miss.
I hate when you’re sad and I hate I’m lonely.
I hate that my failed efforts peg me as a phony.