Tastes Like Pain

I hate me
I'm loser
I'm dummkopf
I'm stupid
I hate you
I'm sorry
I'm awful
I'm evil
Forgive me
I should be
Castrated
Mutilated
And stripped down
And burned at
The stake

Compliments
To the chef
It's good as it gets
But I'm afraid

I'm afraid
I just want
This problem
To go away

Sprinkle in a little self-hate
Drop a pinch of bottled up rage
Mix it up and serve it on a plate
It tastes like pain
It tastes like pain
It tastes like pain
It tastes like pain
It tastes like pain
And I'm to blame
And I'm to blame
And I'm to blame