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I have to block out thoughts of you, so I don't lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you, Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face
And will you never try to reach me, it is I that wanted space
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me so you can finally see whats good for you


A long time ago someone close to my heart use to sing a song to me all time by blue october... it's been over a year and I still cant listen to it.. but the beging of this song "hate me" starts off with a fucked up verison of that song... thats mostly made me really listen to it... but.... over a year and it still hunts me


I dont know if you can see the roachs on the sheet or not... it's not a 100% done cause my white pens dont wanna work....


fala © heather meador
hate me © blue october