I Don't Belong

Hate me, berate me,
There's nothing that you can think,
That I haven't thought of first,

Down and out, dead inside,
Cut to the bone, and deeper than I have ever known,
I feel like a candle burning at both ends,
I feel the need, and need to feel,

Moving forward, but losing grip,
You don't see me,
You see a use in a time,
Where I exist for your own pleasure,
And I've had enough and done with your fucking games.