New York City
I hate when all I ask is for a little respect and I get treated like a reject.
I hate when I dont know what to do because I can't tell whats fake or true.
I hate when I try to be the best I can, yet still get treated as if I'm not a man.
I hate the way you critique my every flaw, like stiff jabs to my jaw.
I hate the way nothing goes right, needing the sunshine only at night.
I hate the way the world is so brutal, trying to live happy nearly futile.
Dont bet on fast horses, bet on slow rabits.