I don't want to run away, but I can't take it. I don't understand. If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am? Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
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.
You look so sweet waiting for me, while I wait for her to give me any to leave. Don’t waste your pretty sympathy. She’s gonna be just fine.