Old Words ... New frequencies. .. the spoken words of poetry flowing through the rose colored glasses of the Strawberry Moon and the return of Eminem (perhaps)
I Hate You More
Back home I was drinking in the back room
Then I started wanting to invade you
It wasn't just that I wasn't going nowhere
It seems my mind was trapped inside of something mother said was not here
I waited just to see what I was feeling
Understand it wasn't time for me to heal me
I wanted to let go and find the ever after
But once inside my mind the fucking guardsmen let me trap you
I hate you more than you could never ever love me
You made me yours and then decided not to cure me
It would have been better just to rip my heart and bleed me
But you just aren't the type ... disgusted by the same things
Driving down the road looking for the next hit
I know I am alone but feeling you is daily shit
Behind these eyes reveals that I'm just fucking crazy
Besides the ride it wasn't right that all you did was slide in now and play me
Now as I go back into the trauma nightmares
I know therefore I am the horror that you let in
It wouldn't work you got yourself tied to the last hit
Yet if you walked nearby and asked me to allow you ... this is bullshit
I hate you more than you could never ever love me
You made me yours and then decided not to cure me
It would have been better just to rip my heart and bleed me
But you just aren't the type ... walk away and end things
I hate you more than you could never ever love me
You made me yours and then decided not to cure me
It would have been better just to gut me there and bleed me
But like the last six lives ... you can never trust me
Like the last six lives you are just a short blink
I look into the light and tortured that you can't sleep
No more the type to come and swallow up the whiskey
I wish the last six lives would finally come and take me.
I love you more than I could never ever love me.
I don't
I don't love me.
-Barbara Christensen
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