Let's recite a poem, kids. It goes along with the tune of the
oompa loompa song.
Self hate, self hate, from my head to my shoe,
All i do is doubt myself, I take it out on you.
Self hate, self hate, it's boiling over me,
It's all that I feel, it's all that I see.
What do you get when you want something dumb?
Me, little me, as fragile as a crumb.
What will I do when my life suppose to start?
Why doesn't anyone want to have my heart?
They don't like the look of me.
Self hate, self hate, like a bath at a spa,
Rising to my neck, it's going too far.
I will cry about whatever I do.
Like on laughing gas, my smile's not true,
my smiles not true.
Wasn't that a fun little number? I can be creative sometimes