I pick up the knife
and begin to slice...

I hate you
you make me sick...

How Many Times Does It Take?
~Jessica Grant...

I die just a little when I hear about her
There's a pain that shoots through me...

I hate the way you lie to me I hate the way you...

I look in the mirror
and what do i see...

I hate the person
I have come to be...

I hate you
more then you'll ever know...

Hurt myself on my arm
can't you see...

I love the way we cuddle
and that we don't fight...

I still remember the way we kissed
i still remember the way we hugged...

I said no
you said fine...