Pain

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