I love the way it makes me feel,
Each time I see your face...

I hate what I am when I'm angry,
I hate what I am when I cry...

You really know you've lost the plot,
When you start to feel empty...

I want to cut into you,
Make you entirely mine...

Could you ever love me,
Could you say it's true...

Sort of angry,
Sort of mad...

How would you feel if you knew,
That really, I hate myself...

Softly falling,
softly crying...

Hate me if you want to,
Try and kill me if you dare...

What's with the arguements,
What's with the lies...

I'm sick of the way they treat me,
The way they think I'm their slave...

Lost inside, inside my mind,
losing every person near me...