Some things I have lost
But most I've thrown away.
I never knew myself
Before I started to decay.
Some things I've learned are wrong;
I do them anyway.
And I don't want to care;
I'm scared of yesterday.
Why do I let myself
Twist and distort myself,
Bend and abuse myself,
Hurt myself so?
Why do I make myself
Break and abort myself,
Beat and mistreat myself?
Why, I don't know.
