I wish someone would break into my house
So I could kill somebody
But I don’t mention it
To my psychiatrist

I feel no empathy
I feel no sympathy
My medication has dulled my senses
My mind has put up fences

My parents were good
They never beat me
Taught me wrong from right
Took me to church regularly

But when they died
I did not cry
All I cared about
Was my slice of the pie

Thank God I have a routine
Something to anchor my life
If I didn’t I’d drink myself to death

I hate myself
And if I didn’t
I would hate you
You would be screwed
Because I don’t care anymore