All you ever talk about are your problems
All you ever talk about are how I should solve them
All you ever do is talk about how all your friends are getting remarried
When all my friends are getting tired
And all my friends are getting drunk
Do you regret anything you did?
Do you regret giving me scars
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you x9
All you ever talked about were your problems
I hope you never solve them
All you ever talked about was how all your friends were getting remarried
I hope you don’t have friends anymore
When all my friends hold my hand
You don’t regret anything you did
You don’t regret breaking that bottle on me
And it’s alright because
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I don’t think it was fair of you to ask me all those questions
Like i’d ever know the answer
I just take my medicine and hope for the best
I just put my earbuds in and ignore the rest
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
And now every time i see a bottle
It reminds me of the days
Tell me “you’ll be fine”
Tell me “you’re an asshole, i’m kind”
What you are makes me sick, an overhyped plaintiff
They say “hurt an artist and watch the masterpiece you create”
But you hurt me and i’ve never made a fucking masterpiece
[spoken/yelled] and you told me-you called me a boy in a dress, you called me a fag, don’t you understand anything? I don’t think it’s fair for you to be asking me these questions like I'd ever know the answer, and now- I thought i could leave it--leave it to you too, and now everyone thinks i’m a freak cause i never talk, and i just- I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU! X9