When love turns to hate, and hate turns to hit. Well that's what you get, when love turns to shit, I do it again, and again, and again. I hate you, I hate your face, now you're reeling beneath a hail of blows And I'm kicking your head down the street. My knife if your guts, you like it like this.
Blah, why wont the dreams stop? I remember the nights of blissful and (as far as icould remember) Dreamless sleep. Now your vessage replaces other faces in my dreams. The part that bothers me most is I dont mind.