A drink,
A smoke.
A kiss,
Who have I become?
The lights,
The music.
The red dress,
Who have I become?
I loved her,
I love her.
Not tonight,
Not tonight.
The red dress,
Perfect breasts.
One kiss on the lips,
Forever a regret.
The music played loud,
The lights so bright.
I couldn't stop shaking.
Self-loathe.
I hate myself,
I hate myself.
I hate myself,
I hate myself.
The night wasted away,
Uncontainable shakes.
I am nothing short of ugly,
Self-loathe.
Maybe a bullet to the chest?
Or perhaps never to be seen again?
I am nothing short of a monster,
Self-loathe.
Forgiveness I do not deserve,
Forgiveness I shall not seek.
I am nothing short of pathetic,
Self-loathe.
