It made no sense
Writing songs for you are just nonsense
This is my self-defense
To the pain you have offense
I hate you,
even if you die
Theirs no tears for you,
I will not cry…
I fucking hate you…
I love to hate you…
Thank you for breaking my heart
For me it’s not bad, it’s an art
But this feeling leads me to a brand new start
Refreshes life’s death that buried the ashes in a jar
and you’ll the one that I will call the forgotten part
In my life you’re the reason I was not so smart
Thank you for showing your true color
And I’m much happy not living my life with a whore
Just imagining you I want to vomit more, as in more
I hope it’s for the best, and I’ve closed my door
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