I'll take comfort in knowing
I got the best years of your life
You got the worse of mine but I
See no point in showing
The way that you are and why
My intentions have become
The subject of violence
Oh, I can't believe myself
and I stuck around just long enough to care
Oh, I fucking hate myself
And I hate you too
And I hope you're well-aware
I hope to hell that you're still hurt
It's things like this I can't ignore
I want the life I had before
My days are wasted
On an endless fucking war