Somebody Up There Hates Me

We always love the ones who hurt us the most
it’s in our nature to want to find hope where there is none
‘Everything will be great’ or so I keep saying to myself
It seems somebody up there hates me

She will never know and she will never truly see the light
I just humour her even if I am dying inside
I always thrived when I am at my most desolate
It seems somebody up there hates me

Just waiting for the infatuation to die
Just waiting for the day I finally cry
Just waiting for the day I am struck
Just waiting for the day I lose my bad luck

The End

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