I've got a f*ckin problem with how I'm living
And I've got a disease that can't be cured
I'm a walking curse, set on this earth
To spread the plague of the impure
Give me a hand
Give me some help
I gotta get out
Of hating myself
Give me some hope
Give me a sign
Gotta get this shit off of my mind
It isn't the fact that life's not worth living
Because I'm just fine the way that I am
And I don't have a problem with my decisions
Because those choices have made me who I am
I
Don't want to be
On this world
Anymore
Not
If I gotta share it
With you
You whore
