I hate you, and i hate me,
but worse of all i hate being.
Living a lie, everyday trying to hide whats killing me.
slowly dying in misery, my dreams come to haunt me all around.
I thought i was better i thought i cared, but then i couldn't put up with it no more and neglect to be fair.
I can't die they say, they won't let me, but will they do but soon forget me?
Not that it matters that i hate them, every single day its another thing that falls.
I don't even know you but i bet i could find something that i hate about you, thats how conceived i am.
Stuck in my own ways, hating things before i go about, hating things with out trying out.
I can't see why, but i just want to fly away, I'd probably hate that too.
But just to see what it is like to be.
They say you can't love if you don't love yourself, so what does that mean if you hate yourself?
I don't have the answers and i don't care to find them. I'll just lie in my hatred of you and me and everything else in this hateful world.
