When I look in the mirror I see a disgrace

Nothing be pain and confusion on my face

I’m worried and tired of being alone

But any form of companionship I make undone

 

Is this the truth or is this fate

Am I the person I truly hate?

Do I despise myself that much?

That I ruin my future because of my crutch

 

Rejection is a daily thing

You’d think I’d be used to it by now

But these emotions I can not bring

It takes me down to my personal hell

 

I get off on self emotional immolation

I pleasure in my own self destruction

I rejoice in my own misery

I’m so alone it feels so right

 

I’d do it again

I’d do it again

In hell I spend the rest of my days

 

I’ll do it again

All over again in my own personal hell