I Hate Myself For Needing This,
Plunging Straight Into This Deep Abyss.
But Why Do I Keep Hanging On,
For Something That Can't Be Won?
My Mind Promised Not To Care,
It's What I Vowed To Do,
And Still, The Plan Did Not Follow Through.
I Hate Myself For Wanting It,
This Desire That Just Won't Quit.
But Why Can I Still See An Illusion,
In The Midst Of All The Confusion?
I'm Hardly Smart To Think,
That There Might Be Little Hope,
At The End Of This Burning Rope.
I Hate Myself For Giving In,
To My Heart's Most Deadly Sin.
But Why Should I Be The One,
Who Has Their Head Under That Gun?
It's Not The Same,
Those Eyes Watch Me Fall Apart,
When They Avoided It From The Start.
I Hate Myself For Caring So Much,
Shivering From The Slightest Touch.
But Why Is It All I Think Of,
As I Wonder About The Word Love?
I've Never Dreamed Of This Feeling,
Just Only When My Knees Go Weaklessly Weak,
And I Try To Figure Out Why I Can't Speak.
I Hate Myself For Crying Over Him,
My Emotions Are Past The Brim.
But Why Am I Smiling And Sobbing,
While This Head Won't Stop Throbbing?
It's Wrong To Hurt Myself And Still Care,
Because He Might Be Able To Help Me Heal,
From Hating Myself For What I Feel.
