I wasn't just jealous, bitter or cold.
I just wasn't fond of how you were.
I can honestly say I was wrong.
Yet the cuts were honest too.
This heart of mine is colder than ice.
My blood fills your veins.
I'm so stupid, to think this was wrong.
Were so young and different.
We've got too many reasons for what
We do.
You hate me because of him, I hate
For him.
You kill me everyday and any chance you
get.
I drug you up on this damn over dose of
Words.
This pain we cause isn't so different.
I use to hate you for no reason, and now
I want you to die.
I use to think I was right, and now I'm
Just so stupid.
The difference is your right I'm wrong.
You hate me and I hate me.
I'm not just jealous or bitter.
I'm just not fond of the memory, but
Oh well.
