Hate Me

I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head

They’re crawling like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed

Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone.

Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home.

There’s a burning in my pride,

A nervous bleeding in my brain

An ounce of peace is all I want for you

Will you never call again?

And will you never say that you love me

Just to put it in my face?

And will you never try to reach me?

It is I that wanted space.

The one thing that always tore us apart,

Is the one thing I won’t touch again.

In a sick way I want to thank you.

For holding my head up late at night.

While I was busy waging wars on myself,

You were trying to stop the fight.

You never doubted my warped opinions.

On things like suicidal hate.

You made me compliment myself.

When it was way too hard to take.

So I’ll drive so fucking far away.

That I never cross your mind.

And do whatever it takes in your heart,

To leave me behind.

And with a sad heart, I say bye to you and wave Kicking shadows on the street For every mistake that I had made

And like a baby boy, (I never was a man).

Until I saw your brown eyes crying,

And I held your face in my hand

And then I fell down yelling,

“make it go away!”

Just make a smile come back.

And shine just like it used to be.

And then she whispered,

“How can you do this to me?”

Hate me today

Hate me tomorrow

Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you

Hate me in ways

Yeah, ways hard to swallow

Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you…

For You…

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