A Little More

You think I was born to ruin your life But you did most of that before I arrived Some things are broken when you open a box Stop this, you've gone too far, enough is enough I wish I didn't care this much, but I do No one knows the half of it, what you put me through And I, I sometimes wonder, do you live with regret? Wish I could say, "I wish you the best", 'cause I used to love you Now every day I hate you just a little more Life got better when I lost you But every day I hate you just a little more and more and more Blame it on your history And say it's not your fault I can't call you crazy 'Cause you could be diagnosed Oh, I used to love you But every day I hate you just a little more and more and more I wish that you would look in the mirror 'cause, if you did You'd see the problem is you 'cause you're a prick I know that I'm your scapegoat whenever the rain falls Whenever you slip or when you're in a dip I was there to lean on when I was a kid But, now that I'm an adult, I see it for what it is I have to lock the door now, fuck building a bridge Take all your apologies and put 'em in a bin For your dad's sake, please move out your dad's place Stop bringing drama there with your mates Your sister's got enough to manage on her plate To worry 'bout you controlling your rage And, one day, we'll all be dead But, between now and then I never want to see you again I used to love you Now every day I hate you just a little more Life got better when I lost you But every day I hate you just a little more and more and more Blame it on your history And say it's not your fault I can't call you crazy 'Cause you could be diagnosed Oh, I used to love you But every day I hate you just a little more and more and more I wish I didn't care this much, but I do No one knows the half of it, what you put me through And I, I sometimes wonder, do you live with regret? Wish I could say, "I wish you the best", but I don't I used to love you Now every day I hate you just a little more Life got better when I lost you But every day I hate you just a little more and more and more Blame it on your history And say it's not your fault I can't call you crazy 'Cause you could be diagnosed Oh, I used to love you But every day I hate you just a little more and more and more Hmm-mm-mm