I hate that I live,
each day with doubt.
I hate that I don't know,
what will come out.

I hate that I live,
my life in such shame.
I hate that every day,
I cause all the pain.

I hate that I don't know,
what will come each day.
I hate that I can't,
decide to go which way.

I hate that I have,
no future ahead.
I hate that the truth is,
I'm better off dead.

I hate that I don't,
know what to expect.
I hate that I've made,
everyone's life a wreck.

I hate that to all,
I am just a disgrace.
I hate that every day,
they have to see my face.