I'm not a good person, ask anyone who knows me. I mean, and bitter, and I feel you're at everything that I say I believe. I'm not a good person, ask anyone who knows me. I never write, I never call, I never think about anyone at all. I'm not a good person, no matter what I do. My exhaustion will consume me, I'm too tired for the truth. I'm not a good person, I'm sure you're not surprised. It must be for and at my sweat glands, it must be someplace in my eyes. I don't know why, I am this way. I've been like this, so I can't remember. I try to keep up with everything, I know I should do, but then I'll fall to pieces anyway. I don't know why, I am this way.