Don't tell me how to hate, I learned that long ago…. When I met you.

Why love, do you turn away from this face you made? This ghost of mine that you craved? I've waited for so long, I've seen you cry I've seen you laugh. I've seen your good and your evils, more the later then the first. I've seen you thirst. I've seen you tickled; I've seen you hurt.

Don't tell me how to hate.

I've seen you die, and brought back to life. (Oh, how I cried then.) How I wished you would've stayed in you're homely hell. You demon. You gentle god of beautiful slaughter. BEAUTIFUL!

Don't tell ME how to hate.

Don't tell me how to hate.

Just tell me how to die, for death is the only thing that eludes me