I hate the way you took a knife and stabbed it in my back

I hate the way you denied the truth and put on a whole act

I hate the way you said you'd be here for me 'til the end

And then it turned out it was a game of pretend.

I hate how you didn't care whenever I was depressed

I hate how you really meant "Stop acting so oppressed!"

I hate how you don't know how to help anyone at all

I hate how you blame others for your own downfall.

I hate that you don't understand how I feel

You say you don't need to experience it, but you don't know what's real

I hate that you don't get the pity that you deserve

And that you keep talking about me, from what I observe.

I'm furious that you ruined and made everything worse

I'm curious of why you thought to act as if you were in a curse

I'm annoyed that you mention me in a puddle of shame

But I know one thing for sure, I'm not the one to blame.