Under the bridge

It's three am.
I'm under the bridge.
It's raining.
It's quiet.
I hate this life.
I'm ashamed to call myself a human.
I miss my world.
I feel so sick.
I tried to find things in this world that I could love.
Everything I found, is...
I'll never find another metalhead.
I'll never find another nudist.
I'll never find another pothead.
And trying to find someone who's all three?
And female?
I dare you to find one female who's not obsessed with money.
I hate this fucking life.
Your world is fucking sad.
Depressing.
I don't want to be here.
I hate this fucking life.