Fuck you, you created this face and this misery.
Something once my saving grave is now a bitter memory.
Searching for answers to questions I shouldn′t ask.
Just know i′ll always hate you for what you′ve fucking done.
Why must beauty always die in these callous hands?
Feels like i will forever walk this path alone.
All the things i′ve once held close to my heart are now gone.
Feeling empty i′ve lost all fucking will to gain back what i lost,
what you took away.
I′ll always hate you for what,
for what you′ve fucking done.
The more i try to make sens of this,
the less i comprehend.