Hey you,
Look in the mirror once and a while.
You don't realize what you're doing to me.
You need so much to make you happy.
Think about it...
If you really made an effort to do what you say,
This shit wouldn't be so crappy.
You say sometimes you just want run away.
But what good are those words,
If your heart is telling you to stay.
Sometimes I hate myself.
You want so much,
'Til you overlook what you have.
Why can't you just be content?
Material things are not really yours.
You need to get on you face and repent,
Over the wickedness that money brings.
The more you have the more you want.
And when you get what you want,
You're still left feeling empty.
I'm like a ticking time bomb.
You play and I say, "Bitch, don't tempt me".
Why am I so angry?
Such crazy mood swings,
So many things going on in my head at once.
I front like it's all good, but let me be real,
"Sometimes I hate myself".
Erica