If I was a scripper
How would I be...

I thought you were my friend,
but you stabbed me in the back...

Opening up is hard to do
But you helped me...

Things have been rough lately
We both have been stressed out...

I hate you.
Why are you even interested anyway...

So much anger has built inside of me,
Since you said your goodbye...

I shouldn't be blamed,
For what you did...

Blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah...

You run off all the time
And expect me to be happy...

I hate you for hurting me,
and not giving a care...

Sometimes I wander,
Why is it that I am here...

There's not enough reasons,
for me to want to stay...