TC Tom Comfort - Hate Myself For Love

Cringe in the morning to face the day
The stale taste the same old thing
Pay the due pay to die
Trade my time to survive

I hate myself for loving life

Peek a boo this peek a boo that
Dump on me this reality
Makes no sense to the dying me

I hate myself for loving life

Don't tell me this
Don't tell me that
One bad mess
Is what I am

Cringe at night this reality
Makes no sense to the dying me
Trade my time to survive

I hate myself for loving life

Don't tell me this
Don't tell me that
One bad mess
Is what I am

Written by:
ARACELI COMFORT

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