From Hell With Love

Sometimes I think about you And all of the things that you put me through And I hate every single memory Yeah, I hate single memory My mother minted the timid me The minute my infant needs diminished 'Cause she wasn't finished givin' them men a tease She'd go out at five, so I'd eat din at three No wonder why I still hide from intimacy And dissociate, I prematurely bought a trophy case 'Cause she said I'm chosen, and she knows I'm great Gave a false sense of self-worth that I would grow to hate Now I don't feel that it's appropriate to procreate I'm broken but I'm coping great Ain't been in a sober state But it beats chokin' in an open lake And that's bold to state 'cause I don't like check-ins No need for connections, I prefer expression That bedroom I wept in is now my weapon I don't care what pen, I don't care what page Every night I'm up late, tryna figure me out Sometimes I think about you And all of the things that you put me through And I hate every single memory Yeah, I hate every single memory Sometimes I think about you And all of the things that you put me through And I hate every single memory Sincerely yours, from Hell with lo-o-ove (Sometimes I think about you) (Lo-o-ove) (Sometimes I think about you) Spent so many days as a basement dweller Laid waiting for fate to erase this fella Every day was inflated with great displeasure Wrote a goodbye page as a basic measure 'Til one day clicked and all came together My parents in a rage was the main oppressor But explainin' these thangs don't make them lesser Like complain' 'bout rain don't change the weather Instead, I've learned how to turn pain to pleasure By explaining it on stages, ain't I clever? Never ever said cheese, now I'm making cheddar But I'm lyin' if I say that made it better Maybe I'm a puzzle that's forever unsolved But I ain't special, man, this world make a mess of us all I'm not a pessimist, it's just that it was never resolved If I don't put a rest to it, how can I ever evolve? Sometimes I think about you And all of the things that you put me through And I hate every single memory Yeah, I hate every single memory Sometimes I think about you And all of the things that you put me through And I hate every single memory Sincerely yours, from Hell with lo-o-ove (Sometimes I think about you) (Lo-o-ove) (Sometimes I think about you) (Sometimes I think about you) (And all of the things that you put me through) (And I hate every single memory) (Yeah, I hate every single memory) (Sometimes I think about you) (And all of the things that you put me through) (And I hate every single memory) (Sincerely yours, from Hell with lo-o-ove)