He said he hated me and it felt like my fault
even though i know it was not
I've never been hated before
and it's shaken me to my core
And I hate myself for letting it disturb my sense of being
Didn't I grow up learning this isn't how you treat me?
But I was also raised with the screaming...
He said he hated me and I didn't flinch
Didn't want to give an inch
Held it inside
until I cried
And now there's the silence that echoes the distain
His fuming out his pores, mine all in my brain
We were both raised with the screaming
and now, here we are, teeming with hate