So sick of the hobos always begging for change
I don't like how I gotta work and
They just sit around and get paid
I hate all of the people who can't drive their cars.
Bitch you better get outta the way
Before I start falling apart

I hate how my wife is always up my ass
She always wants to buy brand new things
But I don't have the cash.

I hate my job, all of my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end.
Nothing turns out right There's no end in sight
I hate my life!

How come I never get laid nice guys always lose.
How could she have another headache
There's always some kind of excuse
I still hate my job, my boss is a dick
"I don't get paid nearly enough
To put up with all of your shit"

I hate my job, all of my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end.
Nothing turns out right There's no end in sight
I hate my life!

I hate that I can't tell when a girl's underage,
You know, I tell her she's a nice piece of ass,
Then her daddy punches me in the face

So if you're pissed like me
Bitches, here's what you gotta do
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Go on and say "Fuck you!"

I hate my job, all of my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end.
Nothing turns out right There's no end in sight
I hate my life!

So much at stake, can't catch a break
I hate my life
No, it's nothing new hear " it sucks to be you"
I fuckin hate my life

How it never fails me. So I've learned today that I've been laid off. How nice.

The story of my life thus far. I try to be a nice person. I don't really care what you say or do to me. I will be civil.

But as life goes on i see that method working out less and less.

In the past I've dealt with unpleasant things by filing them away in the back of my mind in a small bubble. Worked thus far without problem.

Now this bubble has burst. The person that set it off will likely never speak to me again.

I am so sick and fucking tired of sticking my neck out for some unnamed people and then getting shit on. It seems that whatever i do isn't enough. Well. FUCK YOU. It seems that i am that much closer to becoming the person that i despise.

I hope you're proud of yourself.

Like cigarettes and gasoline
I light a match and watch this scene
Burn away in front of me
Ashes of my misery

I swear sometimes I think this life is killing me

I swear it's killin me
All our shattered hopes
And our long dead dreams
The wreckage that we all try to keep
From coming to life
And tearing us apart at the seams

Sun bleached bones and withered trees
Slowly rotting just like me
Empty bottles broken glass
My resolve is fading fast

I swear sometimes I think this life is killing me

I swear it's killin me
All our shattered hopes
And our long dead dreams
The wreckage that we all try to keep
From coming to life
And tearing us apart at the seams

Mah birthday is soon .. other than that.. nothing really exciting going on here.

That is all <<