Who I Hate I’ve screwed things up one more time, I feel like should suffer for my crime. The time has come to take action, To end my disgrace for giving into passion. Why did I do the things I did, It is not like I’m a kid. I show my pain, but ask none to care, If they did that would be unfair. I know my errors, I know my mistakes, How can I survive, when I know not what it takes. I ask for pleasure, but I’m giving pain. Please help me, I’m going insane. I need a friend, someone to trust. I’ve lost most of mine they seem to bust. Why do I go on, Do care to here my song? I think not for it sucks, Are you really listening to me? You answer no you fuck. I hear your hate, I let it stay. It lasts so much long then what friends say. I need to find that which makes me whole, For the love of god do I still have a soul? I hate who I am, who I’ve become, You all know I’m fucking numb. I can’t escape the fate I’ve created, Perhaps someone will kill me if properly baited. Come one, come all to play my game, And if you do, please bring me shame. I need remorse, I deserve no love. Why would anyone care for me, from below or above? I’m not a man, just a wasted space. Please take me out of this place. Now is the time cut this short, I must go to my own dreaded court. There I sit, there I feel pain. It should be clear to all I am far from vain. Please take me down, I show no joy, I am not a clown. I weep, to sleep. I live, to die. I finally have asked myself, just why? I have no answer, I could give two shits. I am always in these rits. So follow the path of crimson red, It will be found ozzing from my head. September 23/99 Brad Campbell