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I Hate You

I am looking for what makes me mad
but I cannot., I am trying to get calm.
As if i was a mad person, i accelerate into the ravine
mmmm.... to save and get me relieved of my feelings.
 
I hate you, because you learned me how to live in need of you,
i hate you, because you killed my good self,
I hate you, I hate you.
 
Into my mind you flow like poison
you put my limits on fire and you laugh
I don' t ask you to learn how to love as of today
Ohhh... enough is enough, do not hold me in pain anymore.
 
I hate you, because you learned me how to live in need of you,
i hate you, because you killed my good self,
I hate you, I hate you.
 
I do not have any words of love, we have ended together a long time ago
As if you were a disease you destroy my soul , my heart and my mind.
 
I hate you, because you learned me how to live in need of you,
i hate you, because you killed my good self,
I hate you, I hate you.
 

Have in mind Mr Driver

It's eleven o'clock, I'm quitting work
and I start struggling with loneliness
and as I'm inside the bus
I'm counting the traffic lights during the route
 
On the car's dashboard your kids write to you
'Dad, be careful' and mum smiles
and Holy Mary, in an icon set in the edge of the mirror,
secures us all
 
Have in mind, mr driver
I'm slipping off the handholds
and when you pass in front of her house, don't stop
I don't get off at this stop anymore
even though she knows that I love her
I'm learning a lot by my numerous mistakes
and for the first time I learn how loneliness feels like
 
There are long queues at the cinemas and many people are at the square
At the bus stop a gang is searching for a movie to see
and next to them an old man is wondering about everything
how Friday totally changed when the night came
 
I don't want to get out of the bus
because my empty house will be cold again
and on the brand new white sofa
I will be staring at the coffee stains
 
Have in mind, mr driver
I'm slipping off the handholds
and when you pass in front of her house, don't stop
I don't get off at this stop anymore
even though she knows that I love her
I'm learning a lot by my numerous mistakes
and for the first time I learn how loneliness feels like
 
It's weekend and I am at the funfair
with the kids
They are asking me
if I still love mum
 
Have in mind, mr driver
I'm slipping off the handholds
and when you pass in front of her house, don't stop
I don't get off at this stop anymore
even though she knows that I love her
Now it's high time for me to see
how loneliness feels like