You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate You made me complement myself when it way too hard to take So I drive So fucking far away That I never cross your mind And do whatever it takes in your heart Just leave me behind
Hate me today Hate me tomorrow Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you Hate me in ways Ways hard to swallow Hate me so you can finally See what's good for you With a sad heart I say bye to you and wave Kicking shadows on the street For every mistake that I had made And as a baby boy I never was A man And I saw your blue eyes cry And I held your face in my hands Just make her smile come back and shine just like it used to be And she whispered How Could you do this to me
The Painter She was a fantastic artist, But here's the shocking twist, Her paintbrush was a razor, And her canvas was her wrist, Just a cut, Just a scratch, "What did that?", "Oh it's just the cat!"
