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.