Love/Hate Kind

Carfax Abbey

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It I could smell your words I'd reek of hate disturbed.
Consumed by your own phrase of go to hell. you said.

The more you're in my
life, I think hell might be nice.
Cause it sure as hell does feel like hell to me...with you.

Say what you want to say,
How you feel,
what you think of me,
So you say I'm not real.
Mistaken me for someone who cares.
You dizzy bitch,
Swallow this,
The thought of you makes me sick. You're just a thorn in my spine.

Your shattered world is your piece of mind.
They label us as the love hate kind.

You need not say a word.
You tripped on my last nerve.
As you fell on your face I had to laugh...at you.

Say what you want to say,
How you feel,
what you think of me,
So you say I'm not real.
Mistaken me for someone who cares.
You dizzy bitch,
Swallow this,
The thought of you makes me sick. You're just a thorn in my spine.

Your shattered world is your piece of mind.
They label us as the love hate kind.