I look at my life
And I feel bad
Then I think about it and I feel worse
What do I have to cry over?
"No woman will have me"
Boo fucking Hoo
I feel so sorry for myself
Then I think of children stolen in the night
Some bought and sold for sex
Some forced to fight and kill
I think to myself "Jesus what is wrong with you? Why do you have to be such a whiney fat ass?"
Then I see people with real weight problems that would probably kill to be as "small" as me
I see pictures of people round the world
That look to be little more than skeletons with skin stretched around them
I see in some places they live in little more than piles of mud drinking from brown rivers
I think to all the women that have hurt me and done me wrong
Then I remember hearing so many stories
So very many stories of abuse, molestation, and rape
All this comes to mind and reminds me that my life really is pretty good
I truly have it easy
And in this I am shamed
For while I know this to be the truth
I can't help myself
I still look at my life and say "Why me"
The truly saddest part of all this is that I am not alone
It is just part of the American way now
We know how good we have it
And still we cry foul
Still we curse GOD, and our fellow man
All the while whispering to ourselves "Why me? What the fuck did I do to deserve this?"
And we all collectively wonder why we are in this sorry state