I Fuckin Hate This Song

~I F***in’ Hate This Song~

Yoga Pramartha

Just tried to wake upon myself to find and see the light,

Cause all the thoughts inside my head were curiously blind

But now I can see that you’re the only one that feels like the only one

And forgets about the rest

No I’m not trying to preach,

No I’m not trying to teach you anything

Cause I’m not better than you,

No I’m not better than your fancy suit

And shinny car that you drive

Across the street where an old man is holding a cup

That he wishes you would fill with changes
But I bet you’d never notice

And I bet you’d never imagine

How joyful it was to have a house

Made up of cardboard that you can bring anywhere

But why would you care when you have a cozy pouch inside your house

No I don’t need you to care anyway

I don’t know why I even bother trying to sing this song

Cause I know that I won’t be heard even when your ears wide open

No, honestly I hate this song, I hate that I wrote it out

No, honestly I hate this song as much as I hate of being alive

I hate that I hate people like you, as much as I hate this f***in’ song

I f***in’ hate this song, I f***in’ hate this…

Now would you care?

After I swear too much

No I don’t need you to care anyway