I gotta think of something to make you think less   Of me, that I am nothing   To hold on to 'cause we are through   I dislike you      I wish that you could hate me   Then things would be so easy, just get me off your mind   If the bitch would have a son   Then I would be the one, so hate me      Geese, flying from the winter   That's what I should do, do, do or become a sprinter   And run away 'cause we are through   I dislike you      I wish that you could hate me   Then things would be so easy, just get me off your mind   If the bitch would have a son   Then I would be the one, I am being mean   Like no one's ever been, just hate me, just hate me      I wish that you could hate me   Then things would be so easy, just get me off your mind   I wish that you could hate me   Then things would be so easy, just get me off your mind   If the bitch would have a son   Then I would be the one, so hate me