I HATE YOU MORE

I HATE YOU MORE

I’d be lying if you believe the following line to be true,

I’m so ashamed for what I did to you.

Truth be told you hate me,

It’s obvious and plain to see,

Truth be told I hate you more,

You’ve become nothing but predictable and society’s whore,

Oh shame on me for going there,

Well shame on you for leaving me in the middle of nowhere,

Broken down and in desperate need of someone,

Where the hell were you on the other end of the phone?

Was this all your grand scheme of plan?

To take a life and fuck it up until you had a broken man,

Tell me how do you sleep at night knowing what you did?

To take something that seemed so real and twist it into something so sordid,

You’re going to burn someday,

And I’ll laugh all the way,

Time and time again I told where I stood,

An eye for an eye does me good,

Why do I hate you ever so much?

For over a year you strung me along and such,

Playing me for a fool,

Love’s not a game, it’s not cruel,

So when I finally cut the strings to your little puppet show,

What’s the first thing your shallow, selfish heart went and go?

Spread lies about me and my vicious ways,

All for sympathy you devil in your disarray,

So with all this being said,

Keep telling yourself you hate me in your head,

But it will never compare to how far my blood boils from the core,

You disgust me, you anger me and by the way… I hate you more.

-brad