I'll take comfort in knowing that I got the best days of your life,
and you got the worst of mine, but I see no point in showing the way that you are, and why.
My intentions have become the subject of violence.
Oh, I can't believe myself. I stuck around just long enough to care.
Oh, I fucking hate myself. I hate you too, and I hope you're well aware.
I hope to hell that you still hurt.
It's things like this I can't ignore.
I want the life I had before.
These days are wasted on an endless fucking war.
Oh, I can't believe myself. I stuck around just long enough to care.
Oh, I fucking hate myself. I hate you too, and I hope you're well aware.