I made a promise to myself to stick around,
I'll break it soon enough.
The fleeting words,
Promise after self-righteous promise.
I let myself down since birth
And put the blame on somebody else.
My life's not worth much of anything, I'll sew my eyes shut
and lie in this bed of self pity and hate until I fucking rot,
It's all in my head.
I'll fuck everything up.
I've got my father's temper, my mother's inconsistencies
I was born for failure, designed to be a fuck-up.
Optimism's just a thing of the past.
Optimism's just a storm I let pass.
When the paint chips, you'll see my true colors and run.