I'll take comfort in knowing that I got the best days of your life, and you got the worst of mine, but I see no point in showing the way that you are, and why. My intentions have become the subject of violence. Oh, I can't believe myself. I stuck around just long enough to care. Oh, I fucking hate myself. I hate you too, and I hope you're well aware. I hope to hell that you still hurt. It's things like this I can't ignore. I want the life I had before. These days are wasted on an endless fucking war. Oh, I can't believe myself. I stuck around just long enough to care. Oh, I fucking hate myself. I hate you too, and I hope you're well aware.
