'You Should Know That I Hate You More Than Anyone'

Do you even have a heartbeat?
Everyone knows that you've got hips
But your writing is no longer neat
and your words still sting like whips

Your hair still hangs in your eyes
and God knows that you're not sorry
Crack your spine with the weight of your lies
Not a soul believes your story

Do you think you're fucking clever
with your smile and your skin?
You sit there crying "Never would I ever!"
While wearing the evidence of your sin.

I would break you down if I could
and Sweeite, I do mean you harm.
Beat and bruise you, like they would
You're such an unlucky charm.