If I could smell your words
I'd reek of hate disturbed
Consumed by your own phrase of
"Go to hell," you said
The more you're in my life
I think Hell might be nice
'Cause it sure as hell does
Feel like Hell to me...with you
Say what you want to say
How you feel, what you think of me
So you say I'm not real
Mistaken me for someone who cares
You dizzy b**h, swallow this
The thought of you makes me sick
You're just a thorn in my spine
Your shattered world is your piece of mind
They label us as the love hate kind
You need not say a word
You tripped on my last nerve
As you fell on your face I had to laugh...at you
Say what you want to say
How you feel, what you think of me
So you say I'm not real
Mistaken me for someone who cares
You dizzy b**h, swallow this
The thought of you makes me sick
You're just a thorn in my spine
Your shattered world is your piece of mind
They label us as the love hate kind