hoping something worse gets to you
is what's got me holding on.
Even in a loss, you still prevent my victory
from pure spite.
Where once I wanted you by my side
Familiarity breeds contempt, or so I'm told.
My grudge is not on you, exactly
just your damning actions
and my own.
Yet as fault is found within us both
some might say equally...
I would disagree on the latter part.
Burn in your holes.
This anger isn't what I wanted
but it's what you've made me into.
You did this to me, just as much as I did this to
I hate everything to do with this.
It's just a good thing I hate you more.
Hatred is a terrible corruption
and for that corruption
comes the self hatred, fueling the flames
of this unbecoming depreciation.
Yet neither side can do
a damned thing about it.