I gotta think of something

To make you think less

Of me that I am nothing

To hold on to

Cause we are through

I dislike you

I wish that you could hate me

Then things would be so easy

Just get me off your mind

If the bitch would have a son

Then I would be the one

So hate me

Geese, flying from the winter

That’s what I should do, do, do

Or become a sprinter

And run away

Cause we are through

I dislike you

I wish that you could hate me

Then things would be so easy

Just get me off your mind

If the bitch would have a son

Then I would be the one

I am being mean

Like no one’s ever been

Just hate me...

I wish that you could hate me

Then things would be so easy

Just get me off your mind...