Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Games
I'll play your little game.
I'm a horrible person who should be wounded deeply,
I deserve no respect just hate.
You should bequeath nothing to me,
Except more hate and anger.
Yell at me, I welcome it,
It's not like I'm good enough for anything else.
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
I'M SORRY!
I'm done playing your game.
I'm better because I can admit that I'm defective,
I deserve respect, only if you see fit to give it.
All I ask for is a chance to be me,
No anger, no hate.
Don't yell at me, I've heard it before,
I'm not better than you, I'm as good as you.
I'm unrepentant,
I'm unrepentant,
I'm unrepentant,
I'M UNREPENTANT!
Game over.
October 5, 2004
I'm a horrible person who should be wounded deeply,
I deserve no respect just hate.
You should bequeath nothing to me,
Except more hate and anger.
Yell at me, I welcome it,
It's not like I'm good enough for anything else.
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
I'M SORRY!
I'm done playing your game.
I'm better because I can admit that I'm defective,
I deserve respect, only if you see fit to give it.
All I ask for is a chance to be me,
No anger, no hate.
Don't yell at me, I've heard it before,
I'm not better than you, I'm as good as you.
I'm unrepentant,
I'm unrepentant,
I'm unrepentant,
I'M UNREPENTANT!
Game over.
October 5, 2004
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