You don't mean a thing to me
All the lies brought to the table
Multiply the hate immensely

Deeply, so very, deeply

I hate it everytime you breath
Your continued existance sickens me
God, all you do is sicken me

Deeply, so damn, deeply

Creep, creep right up my skin
Only if you'd choke and die
I'd carve a box from my hate and put you in

Deeply, so very, deeply

Running farther away doesn't do
It doesn't do, does not ease
Any of the despise I hold for you

Deeply, oh so, deeply

I can taste this hate on my tongue
Enough to make me sick,
You're a bee by which I'm constantly stung

Deeply, so damn, deeply
Deeply, deeply, Damn deeply.

07/31/2002

Posted on 07/31/2002
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