this life isnt worth living, dont you see the blood on my hand....dont you see the hate in my eyes....inside all i feel is hate...somtimes i wishe id just up and die, but death wont come....the hate i feel, its eternal...the hate i feel for you....you cant break me, on the contrary, i will win this war of love and hate
so break me on your stones, i will only come back....stab me in the back, i will only heal....break my heart, i will only regroup.....do what you will to me...you cant win....the time has long since passed from when i loved you....now its hate, and emptyness...the emptyness, it cant be filled, it is nothing but a void, closley resembling my soul....my heart, black and withered, torn and battered... the warmth of skin i cant feel, the joy of life ill never have.....all these things, these needs, were taken from me by you...i have nothing left to live for....i have nothing left to give....if only this life would end, then i would at least have some kind of happiness....but it wont....so i spend my sorrowful days hating you....there will be no end to this war, ever....there is no hope, there never was....for either of us