Lvl. 2 Pidgey In A Masterball - Free Throw

I’m pretty sure I hate you

This epiphany, it came to me today

Amidst a fit of rage

I wish that I could break you

And make you feel my hate

You’re nothing more

You’re nothing more

You’re nothing more than a mistake

Your voice, it echos

Off the walls of the cave that is my head

It makes me wish that I was dead

Feed my addiction

By pouring liquor down my throat

Only hoping I can cope

And make it through another fucking day

The alcohol, it helps me to pretend

That you don’t think you’re happier with him

Sometimes I wish the worst on you and all your friends

And hope that you all meet untimely ends

I never thought we’d be

I never thought we’d be

Falling just like the leaves

From all of these dead trees