Like my sense of smell. Like my sense of nature and nurturing that you never gave me.
Senseless beatings that you left me with.
Sentiment intimacy that you didn't mean.
Hurt pointless meanings.

It was all in bad taste.  
It was all for your sake.
And I've hated it since the day started I've been lost without a pace.
And you can't seem to keep one.

Cause you lost your taste.