I gotta think of something to make you think less Of me, that I am nothing To hold on to 'cause we are through I dislike you
I wish that you could hate me Then things would be so easy, just get me off your mind If the bitch would have a son Then I would be the one, so hate me
Geese, flying from the winter That's what I should do, do, do or become a sprinter And run away 'cause we are through I dislike you
I wish that you could hate me Then things would be so easy, just get me off your mind If the bitch would have a son Then I would be the one, I am being mean Like no one's ever been, just hate me, just hate me
I wish that you could hate me Then things would be so easy, just get me off your mind I wish that you could hate me Then things would be so easy, just get me off your mind If the bitch would have a son Then I would be the one, so hate me