I got to 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 '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 (if the bitch would have a son) Then I would be the one I am being mean (I am being mean) Like no one ever been, no Just hate me Just hate me I wish that you could hate me Then things would be so easy Just get me off your mind 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