How I hate her......How I hate hermore than dried up lipstick, spam trying to sell.more than the bitter taste of milk gone to hellyou want me to feel wellAnd then you tell tell"don't worry about her trace on my cockand her blood on my heartwe are no more, and broken appart"How I hate hermore than dolls prettier than mine.morethan papercuts, maggots and people feelin "fine"you tell me it's over done and byebut I still see her in your eye eyeit's such a lie lieHow I Hate HerMore than sickness in a wound, kids gone mad. morethan the worst past memory I've ever hadyou tell me she is deadeaten and decomposed, less than dus