I Simply Hate Being Me
I tried to pay her a compliment
But the message came out all wrong
I tried singing my own words of love
But I plagiarized his song
I keep looking into the mirror
But my future doesn’t look much clearer
I’m repeating the mistakes from my past
My enemies all seem to be laughing last
How can it be … I simply hate being me?
How can it be … I simply hate being me?
I tired to help an old lady across the street
But she hit me with her purse
I try being the best man I can be
But I don’t think I could get much worse
I keep looking into the mirror
But my destination isn’t any nearer
I want to be a big success
But I keep on failing the entrance test
How can it be … I simply hate being me?
How can it be … I simply hate being me?
I want to give the world all this love I have
But hate keeps stepping into my way
Tomorrow always looks so great to me
But I am stuck in yesterday
I keep looking into the mirror
Objects are larger than they appear
I want to make something of my life
But the Grim Reaper is getting near
How can it be … I simply hate being me?
How can it be … I simply hate being me?
NOTE: Don't read too much into this poem. This is simply a verse that I was singing in my head while taking a shower. If I could write music, you would love the beat.
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