I sometimes hate all things you do,
I sometimes wish you slashed me through.
Let's face the truth - I'm still in need
For taste of you - a poison weed.
It feels so wrong, yet is so right.
Can't stand a bit of your sight.
It burns me up, it freaks me out,
I am too close of running out.
My heart’s in fire day by day
And body’s dying to get laid.
I scorn myself, I loathe world,
It’s you I hate, it’s you I love.