This Life I Have
I hate my life, I hate my friends
I hate the way the Notebook ends
I hate my job, I hate my car
I hate the cute girls at the bar
I hate my band, I hate my songs
I hate the kids who sing along
But worst of all
You made me hate the things I love
Now I love these drugs that numb the pain
I love the way your knuckles taste
I love the voices in my head
That tell me, "Nick, you should be dead!"
The hated life that I've got's real
I'm reminded every day
That I will never, ever, ever, ever
Ever, ever, ever be happy
That's how it goes
I'm just having a bad night, baby
Yeah, maybe this could be alright
So much to live for, I could die
I think that this could be the start
Of a new life (how's your new boyfriend?)
Now I hate myself, I hate my clothes
I hate that my facial hair won't grow
I hate my brain and how it thinks
I hate my narcissistic tendencies
My lovely shade of "Give it up"
It takes so much to loosen up
So I pop another pill
And watch the world give up on me
Watch the world give up on me
Watch the world give up on me, yeah
I don't deserve your attention
I don't deserve it one bit
I'm sorry if this song or if this show
Ain't what you wanted
You worked so many hours
Saving up, so you could make it
'Til the website ripped you off
And went and bought up all the tickets
Now we're eye to eye
While I self-examine my, my pretty mind
My convoluted, pure depression
Your opinion, it haunts me
I just want you to want me
I want my life, I want it back
I want the good times that we had
So I'll just write what I feel down
And hope the masses sing aloud
I love these songs, I love my fans
I take back everything I said
Yeah, I'll enjoy this life I have (oh, oh, oh)
This life I have (oh, oh, oh)
This life I have (oh, oh, oh)
This life I have (oh, oh, oh)
This life I have
This life that I have
I hate the way the Notebook ends
I hate my job, I hate my car
I hate the cute girls at the bar
I hate my band, I hate my songs
I hate the kids who sing along
But worst of all
You made me hate the things I love
Now I love these drugs that numb the pain
I love the way your knuckles taste
I love the voices in my head
That tell me, "Nick, you should be dead!"
The hated life that I've got's real
I'm reminded every day
That I will never, ever, ever, ever
Ever, ever, ever be happy
That's how it goes
I'm just having a bad night, baby
Yeah, maybe this could be alright
So much to live for, I could die
I think that this could be the start
Of a new life (how's your new boyfriend?)
Now I hate myself, I hate my clothes
I hate that my facial hair won't grow
I hate my brain and how it thinks
I hate my narcissistic tendencies
My lovely shade of "Give it up"
It takes so much to loosen up
So I pop another pill
And watch the world give up on me
Watch the world give up on me
Watch the world give up on me, yeah
I don't deserve your attention
I don't deserve it one bit
I'm sorry if this song or if this show
Ain't what you wanted
You worked so many hours
Saving up, so you could make it
'Til the website ripped you off
And went and bought up all the tickets
Now we're eye to eye
While I self-examine my, my pretty mind
My convoluted, pure depression
Your opinion, it haunts me
I just want you to want me
I want my life, I want it back
I want the good times that we had
So I'll just write what I feel down
And hope the masses sing aloud
I love these songs, I love my fans
I take back everything I said
Yeah, I'll enjoy this life I have (oh, oh, oh)
This life I have (oh, oh, oh)
This life I have (oh, oh, oh)
This life I have (oh, oh, oh)
This life I have
This life that I have
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Anderson
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