Everyone's got their words of wisdom,
And everyone's sympathy is more than enough
Than it takes to convince me

That I just don't give a $#&@.
I just don't give a $#&@.


How can I give a $#&@
When I can't get out of bed
In the morning because I hate myself more and more

Every time I fall asleep,
It's still a wonder that I can with everything following me.
I want to blow my head off my shoulders

Just to kill all things that live inside of me.
You think you can help?
Well you can't because you only know what it's like

To be someone who tries to give a $#&@.
Someone who tries to give a $#&@.
I just can't give a $#&@, I don't know.


Anger, discontent, misery.
It's killing me.

Anger, discontent, misery.
It's killing me.