I might be good at things,
But if none of it matters,
What do I care?
I might have good intentions,
But if I can't do anything?
What's the use?
I'm trying to do things I can't do.
I'm trying to be selfless.
I'm trying to help the best I can.
I'm trying to rid my mind of these ridiculous thoughts.
You might picture me as a saint,
But I'll still feel like a jerk.
You might think I'm happy sometimes,
But I never am.
And probably never will be...
So fuck me. I don't give a damn.
I don't give two shits about myself, and I feel fine.
Life defeated me, that's all...
It's only natural I want to kill myself all the time.