Self-Hate

Said you weren't so crazy like the other men So I Let you call me baby Let you take my hand I didn't give you my time for An insult ridden pickup line I didn't give you my time for A proclamation of baby you're mine And you may dream of getting older But I can't face my early grave And you may think you're being bolder Than me by saying I'd rather live with my self hate Does that mean you hate what I appreciate Am I so stupid for my letting go When you Made me see a shadow I didn't want to grow I didn't give you the time For an explanation of all of my Past haunted with knives and A conversation you can't deny And you may dream of getting older But I can't face my early grave And you may think you're being bolder Than me by saying I'd rather live with my self hate Does that mean you hate what I appreciate When was I enough for you to turn around To see the sunlight from underground Cuz I've said it before Self hate is war And I've never been the type people will fight it for And you may dream of getting older But I can't face my early grave And you may think you're being bolder Than me by saying You hate who I appreciated