CURSE THE DAY YOU MET (DYSFUNCTIONAL)

You want me to have some

so spare me some hope.

Cause these days I'm running out of ways to cope.

My spirit has been broken

and can't be perfect again.

Feels like a burden carrying this lonely sin.

You know one day

you are going to get a phone call

announcing I gave up on it all.

Well it's obvious why

I radiate negativity.

Your dysfunctional ways rub off on me.

I've only learned

to do evil for evil.

And became an example of if hurt people hurt people.

If you could change something

what shall it be?

Remember I am you, you are me.

Oh God strike this from

my mind, these thoughts.

Too bad peace of mind can't be bought.

Because I would be a slave

to it up to this day,

not llike people are to worldly sins today.

Then we all wouldn't

be in this situation.

I curse everything about it, even the thought of migration.

Eventually it brings 2

people together right?

And then their children don't own their birth rights.

You only say that these things

don't last forever.

Litery speaking, the last time you were in my shoes was never.

For me a fighting chance was

never optional,

so let's call me what I am...dysfunctional.