I didn’t think you were capable of hate
And that’s my fault because
At that particular time to date
I didn’t think I was capable of loss
I let you in, showed you around
Even said you looked nice
And you stared at the ground
For you, there’s no good advice
The day will come when the facade breaks
And the truth falls through the cracks
You’ll see your friends are nothing but flakes
And their flesh will turn to wax
So when the world truly knows you
There’ll be a special room in hell for you.
And I’ll be there to show you,
I am capable of hate.