Hate
Bowing my head down at what you said
The argument now over, your words sting my heart
Hating you for given in, you know you played your part
This is what I've done; this is what you've made
You made me hate you, you never loved me
Stop doing this, Stop blaming me, you yell
Your father left and is not here to see
He left in the dark, a ring of a bell
A tear to my heart, a slash to my wrist
I rush to my room, pack my things and keys
I'm out the door not any more are we
My hearts a mess and my tears are a mist
No turning back, my life is now over
A life to pursue with someone sober
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