what has changed me into something i dont know?
forgotten feelings like i never know
eyeballs bouncing in a room of blinded me
careful of the feelings i thought i knew me

a man is waiting at the corner screaming at me
angry hate for myself : the hidden me
a closet of angry words no sight to put them in
hateful sea of love with no one to put it in

a classic film of yesterday is just today
once tomorrow, maybe never, i hate me
bricking myself into the wall of wretched sin
hoping to be by myself, i wont let you in

my product is only second-grade
i hate to discuss what this man has made
formingin my hands i know it all too well
staringat my glass i know myself too well

hate is just a four letter word