I hate you, my love.
I hate how I will always be misunderstood
I hate how much I struggled
After trying so hard

If dying was my saving grace
Will my angel take me away?
Or will the devil pull me down to the ground?
I hate you

But I could never do
Hate is not my saving grace
It is what will doom me when my life is taken away
And for you my dear,

It will not be your pleasure.