*loathe means hate...hopefully people got that part
a rose, a pain, a suffering
a mending, stitching, buffering
dont cry before the glue can dry, or i'll fall apart.
but that's what you longed for, wasnt it?
and its way too late to stop it
because on the path that you followed
led me straight to the devil's hollow
i'm so, in loathe, with you.
i'm so, in loathe, with you.
i'm so, in loathe, with you~ and~ darling, i~ need to have~ you gone.
from summer's stench to winter's cold
memories sting both young and old
and all of them without you
you weren't there, but were you?
hovering silent, beautiful
mumbling cries, so revengeful
your sweet voice, calm him, calm him
dont call him, it wont calm him...
i'm so, in loathe, with you.
i'm so, in loathe, with you.
i'm so, in loathe, with you~ and~ darling, i~ need to have~ you gone.
you'll bring me to my grave~
and only love might save
if you knew the - weapon~ you-are~ to me,
you'd understand!
i cant live with you!
not even the thought you!
even though my heart's- been- torn- a-part,
you'll never care...
i'm so, in loathe, with you
i'm so, in loathe, with you
i'm so, in loathe, with you~ and~ darling, i~ need to have~ you gone.
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