I hate you, you stupid tears
I mean, come on, seven years?
You'd think I'd be blind by now
Fall from my face
To stain this pillowcase no more
This means war
How long, like a man possessed
Must I keen and beat my breast?
Time to forget. Yes, but how?
Ooze not from me
Counting out misery and pain
It's not sane
I hate you, you stupid tears
Your vast, kitschy chandeliers
Completely obscure the sky
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you