[N] H A T [N] G U Y E N
D A L L A S, T X
Sometimes these thoughts have a way of making sense.
Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you.
When we are older you’ll understand
It’s enough when I say so
And maybe some things are that simple
Flipping out the light trying to survive this endless fight
This sadness is overwhelming.
Shit, I find myself just fillin’ my time,
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,
when you’re tired and people force you to do something for them