You Hurt Me (And I Hate You)

Well, the sun came up this morning

Like a burning red balloon

It broke into my window

And it slipped across the roomIt spread itself upon me

Like the smell of sweet perfume

I was sleeping like a babyI'm not a savior

I'm not a saint

I'm not an angel

I'm not that quaintDon't need a preacher

To be that wise

Don't need a teacher

I've got my eyesYou hurt me

And I hate you

You hurt meA history of bitterness

You have left a blazing trail

If you had been a hammer

I'd be a broken nailYou gave me nothing

Nothing but regrets

Don't think it's over

It's not over yetYou hurt me

And I hate you

You hurt meAnd every time

You try to fool yourself

You've only got yourself

To blameAnd every lie you ever

Told yourself

Will all come back to you

One day