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Cut out the pain To keep yourself sane Remove the root To make the discomfort moot Though it might hurt at first It's as important as water is for thirst Keeping those who hurt you close Is like upping a poisons dose There are people who deserve your love All it takes is the first shove It's time to bite the bullet To stop the negativity from being forced down your gullet Enough of soaking your pillow in tears Enough of them feeding on your fears Just listen to my voice But know it's still your choice One day they'll just be ghosts No one left to move the goalposts Memories buried deep inside With new happier times to finally reside See how they use deflection Take this as a moment of clear reflection Notice how your tears do well Remember they've treated you like hell You do not need them Cut them off like a roses stem Roses are beautiful yet those **** thorns Stick out like their pointy horns They are who put you on the wall And let you slowly fall Here comes the guilt trip Take that photograph and rip
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3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 9:19 PM UTC
Should I Hate You
Cut out the pain To keep yourself sane Remove the root To make the discomfort moot Though it might hurt at first It's as important as water is for thirst Keeping those who hurt you close Is like upping a poisons dose There are people who deserve your love All it takes is the first shove It's time to bite the bullet To stop the negativity from being forced down your gullet Enough of soaking your pillow in tears Enough of them feeding on your fears Just listen to my voice But know it's still your choice One day they'll just be ghosts No one left to move the goalposts Memories buried deep inside With new happier times to finally reside See how they use deflection Take this as a moment of clear reflection Notice how your tears do well Remember they've treated you like hell You do not need them Cut them off like a roses stem Roses are beautiful yet those **** thorns Stick out like their pointy horns They are who put you on the wall And let you slowly fall Here comes the guilt trip Take that photograph and rip
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