I hate me, I'm loser, I'm dumb cop, 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'm afraid, I'm afraid. I just want this problem to go away. Sprinkle in a little self-hate, drop a pitcher 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 too afraid, and I'm too afraid, and I'm too afraid.