I hate your pictures, inside these frames
Oh, it don't matter what those boys say
Perfectly imperfect to me
The stars scream your name
Jealousy is killer, when you're me
Make believe, don't make me leave, now
Love her the same way
Have my children, make my babies
Get down on your knees
I hate your pictures, inside these frames
Oh, it don't matter what those boys say
Did you mean it when you said all of those things
Or do you hate me
Or do you hate what I've become
And I can't help holding back
Oh these flowers are my favorite color
Do they mock me for the freedom that I've lost
Did you mean it when you said all of those things
Or do you hate me
Or do you hate what I've become
Who knows
Oh these flowers are my favorite colors
Do they mock me for the freedom that I've lost
And I can't help holding back
