I hate you, you stupid tears I mean, come on: seven years? You'd think I'd be blind by now Fall from my face To stain this pillowcase no more This means war How long, like a man possessed Must I keen and beat my breast? Time to forget. Yes, but how? Ooze not from me Counting out misery and pain It's not sane I hate you, you stupid tears Your vast, kitschy chandeliers Completely obscure the sky I hate you I hate you I hate you