Bury me six feet under baby,
I'll tell you what to do.
Just tell me that you hate me,
And that I was nothing to you.
That will put me in the ground,
Faster than any illness could.
I'll be out of your life,
Faster than I should.
It's funny when you say,
That you love me more than life.
Then you turn right around,
And stab me with your knife.
So thank you baby
For doing what I say.
Because without your hatred,
I wouldn't be this way.
I wouldn't be choking on dirt,
And I wouldn't be screaming your name.
I wouldn't be barely breathing.
I just wouldn't be the same.
