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