I've been drinking,
Getting this feeling,
Only emotion that’s left,
Is anger and hate,
And I lie to myself,
Know it fair well,
I pretend I still love you,
When I really want to kill you,
And kill all that you represent,
I am filled with resentment,
For being a weakling,
For always pretending,
That I thrive on love and faith,
When I am only filled with infinite hate.
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