5.Hate
Hate, hate, hate! hate, hate, hate!＊
He never said he'd love you, that I know is true.
I can't accept the way he bashed your face in two.
I can't expect that you would understand,
The way his anger is his own best friend.
Hate, hate, hate!
Hate, hate, hate!
It's always easier to disregard your life.
He never told you that he'd want you for his wife.
And when you look into his bloodshot eyes.
You'll see a little bit of devil inside called hate.
Hate, hate, hate!
Hate, hate, hate!
He lashes out in anger 'cause he thinks it's right.
It's always your fault 'cause he never starts the fight.
And i hope one day you will realize,
That it's not love when he blackens your eyes.
I can't expect that you would understand,
The way his anger is his own best friend.
Hate, hate, hate! hate, hate, hate!
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