How I hate her
more than dried up lipstick, spam trying to sell.
more
than the bitter taste of milk gone to hell
you want me to feel well
And then you tell tell
"don't worry about her trace on my cock
and her blood on my heart
we are no more, and broken appart"

How I hate her
more than dolls prettier than mine.
more
than papercuts, maggots and people feelin "fine"
you tell me it's over
done and bye
but I still see her in your eye eye
it's such a lie lie

How I Hate Her
More than sickness in a wound, kids gone mad.  
more
than the worst past memory I've ever had
you tell me she is dead
eaten and decomposed, less than dust
so..no more flirt flirt
only playing with dirty dirt
underneath her skirt

How I hate myself
More than all the girls you ever slept with.
more
than roadkills, wasps on icecream and pants I can't fit
you tell me you love me...alot..
almost as much as you loved her
How...
I hate
everything I say
How
I hate
to feel this way