I hate my way of talking for I can't say something with confidence.
I hate my way of singing for it only shows sadness.
I hate my way of dancing for it only shows ungracefulness.
I hate the way I look for it only shows my tired ugly skin.
I hate the way I cook for I make a bad cuisine.
I hate the way I play the game for I end up being beaten up.
I hate the way I spend the day for I end up giving up.
I hate the way people look at me, for I get so paranoid.
Words that are so mean, I tried not to recall.
But the number one I hate has something to do with you,
I hate myself for loving you, for you're my greatest dream that can never be.