Look at me, say your sorry
next thing I know its over
Pity like a dagger wrapped like a gift
soft words, sharp lies

You ask why I bleed let the red run me over
Why drawings line up my wrists
In blood red
Then you turn around and say things
Like you forgot I ever told you

I hate you but I cant hate you
I love you because you love me
sometimes I just wish you'd hate me
so i'd be free
so i'd be allowed to hate you
without guilt