Because if it is
then I need out
of this town...
right now.
If I could hate myself
half as much
as I hated you
I'd be dead by now.
But if I hated myself
half as much
as I hated you
I'd have realized I love you by now.
The song on my radio
tells the story of my emotions--
rejected, neglected, alone.
I feel like singing this song
to the whole world
to tell them that you were wrong.
If I could hate myself
half as much
as I hated you
I'd be dead by now.
But if I hated myself
half as much
as I hated you
I'd have realized I love you by now.
Then suddenly its all done
you're dead -- over
and I can't believe you're gone.
Maybe its better off this way.
The blood on your shirt
is the last thing you needed to say.
And I realize that it won't be forever
but I still can't help but try
to write you this letter:
If I could hate myself
half as much
as I hated you
I'd be dead by now.
But if I hated myself
half as much
as I hated you
I'd have realized I love you by now.
~I wrote the words for this song for my friend in a rock band. Please let me know what you think, and I know that putting it up on here won't do it nearly as much justice as hearing it in person.
