I've tried to explain this a million times
The thoughts that are always in the back of my mind
When they rise it kills me from deep inside
And there's nowhere I can hide
I don't feel much love
Wishing I was dead has made my heart too rough
How could I love you when I hate myself so much
That I use this hatred hatred as a crutch
I'm so f*cking sick of these thoughts in my brain
You know they're driving my insane
They're bitter they're angry and they hate what I've become
They hurt so bad they've made me numb
I don't feel much love
Wishing I was dead has made my heart too rough
How could I love you when I hate myself so much
That I use this hatred hatred as a crutch
I've tried to explain this a million times
It's like describing color to the blind
This feeling's one that most can't hope to comprehend
It's a wound that you can't mend
I don't feel much love
Wishing I was dead has made my heart too rough
How could I love you when I hate myself so much
That I use this hatred hatred as a crutch
I don't feel much love
Wishing I was dead has made my heart too rough
How could I love you when I hate myself so much
That I use this hatred hatred as a crutch
I use this hatred hatred as a crutch
I use this hatred hatred as a crutch