Why do I keep returning here to you when it hurts so much?
The thought of you makes me want to slit my own wrists.
There’s one thing left that I feel for you. It’s my hate that still grows.

I will never cry to your face again and give you the chance to throw it all back at me.
I take back everything I said. Because I know it never meant anything…at least not to you.
I can’t believe that I wasted half these words again.
How could I be so blind?
So take back everything that you never meant.
Because I know how you work.
You just feed on tears. I will never give you the chance to throw it all back in my face.