Next time you make me do it
I’ll kill you, babe.
I’ve processed all in my head
I’ve planed it all in my mind.
There are hundred different ways for a man to die
I’ll suffocate you with your own pillow,
Or make you drink a poisoned wine.
Maybe I’ll cut you with that knife.
It’s not hate, honey
I just can’t stand too much love.
I love you so much that it makes me wanna punch you in the stomach.
I’ve already tried the shrink
But I’m afraid I’m hopeless
Sorry, it’s you or me.
I promise you a nice funeral.
I’ll dance and sing a love song in memory of us.
It’s not hate, sweaty
I just can’t stand too much love.
It’s your fault for driving me crazy.
I always told you too much love could kill you.
