That's it, mood's gone again.
I fucking hate me. I feel like I could fucking love you but it's wrong, and that maybe you've had enough of me now anyway.
I'm just a fucking shit bag and I wouldn't blame you anyway.
Hey yeah I mean I can be a nice person, fuck I'm like a gentleman half the time, but I'm still a fucking mess.
Looks like you've worked that out.
I know I should give you more credit but every other fuckers turned out that why so why should I expect you to be any different.
I don't know what I fucking want but it certainly isn't this.
I've got to go.