You told me you hated me.
Hated what I would be.
And that would be better than you.
Thanks to you though, I forgot who.
Who to trust,
And where I rust.
Thanks to you, I can't feel.
Or rather should I say heal.
Thanks to you, I won't be the same.
Just for your little gain.
Did it make you feel good?
Making me cower into my hood?
Listen to me for you need to learn,
What it's like when you burn.
