Hate Me
Hate Me
Hate me if it makes it easier;
never wanted your heart for torture.
So if it takes away some pain,
fill your words with acid rain
to cover me and melt me away;
cripple me with what you'd say.
Cut me open, make me hurt.
Say it plainly, please don't flirt.
Unless it is to make me suffer.
In that case, use a buffer.
Drag it out, long as you will.
Maybe it will give you a thrill.
Tell me you wish I was erased;
Anything to rid the bitter taste.
Do what you must, rip and shred,
just don't forget, I'm already dead.