I know it`s a cliché
When they say we were doomed before we could start
We were making no headway
But cold logic wont bring back the sound of your heart
It`s probably too late now, so I won`t try to taste it
everything that I love, I manage to waste it
Wish I could help you to hate me
You slice the wound and I`ll pour in the salt
Alcohol makes the pain stay
But either way it`s everybody`s fault
And now when it rains, the trees send no comfort
I`ll try to forget that everything`s my fault
And I`ll never call, it`s such a mean distance
What once was before, I guess is now finished
I`m helping you hate me