Like a wide open
Gaping wound
That I just
Pour salt in

But it makes me
Happy thinking
About the thought
Of you

Yet you'd watch me
Bleed
And I still
Miss your face

Even though
You'd watch me
Drown myself
I cry

I cried
Seeing your
Old pictures
Our old love

And I just
Want to see you
And tell you
That I ******* hate you