I Feel Like Typing Hateful Things

My world is but a circus
That I feel guilty for creating
All I want to do is love
Inside this carnival of hating

But I can’t take responsibility
For the way others choose their scars
Though my Catholic guilt creates for me
A cage made out of bars

And so I try to comfort those
That cast down all their blames
The ones that could have held me
But instead handed me some shame

And maybe I should just give up
And cast their callings off me
Or maybe I should stop listening
And proclaim myself as free

I guess that’s just a selfish thing
To those that site outside
I guess it doesn’t even matter
To those who rest inside

And maybe I should kill myself
And sit inside my heaven
Just to watch their tears
When they realize I can’t save them

Fuck it when the world turns over
Fuck all the things that went astray
Fuck the things they say about me
And fuck the way they strayed

And I don’t care about the judgements
As I drown inside my love
For all the people that sit in judgement
And cast me down as they judge

And maybe I’m just meant for hell
And maybe I’m not worthwhile
And maybe every bridge I try to build
Can’t cross the lonely miles

Fuck it!
Who cares anyways?
Nobody!