one of these days
I'm going to write a song
and every line'll start with I
and I won't feel guilty.
I'm eating out everyone's heart and
in the meantime I'll just keep hating life.
one of these days
I'm going to wake up
and remember my eyes aren't there
before I try to open them.
all I want is nothing wrong.
nothing me.
see, I don't hate myself
and I don't hate life;
at least, not mine.
see, the thing is
I don't think I'd know anyway.
if I did hate something,
that is. 'cause
what is
it, anyway?
one of these days
I'm going to know.
and though I guess I want it to
(cause who doesn't want to know it all),
I don't want that day to come.
anyway.
