Hey, you
I almost thought I lost you
I almost got excited
I don't mean to be rude
I just can't help my mood
And it's because
I hate you
I almost thought I liked you
But now that person's dying
And now I'm left with you
And nothing bout you's true
You're nothing but a
Slave to
A Costume
I hate you
And I hope you die in that costume
Hey, you
It seems that you have lost it
I could've tried to save you
But that would be no use
So go and tie your noose
You're nothing but a
Slave to
A Costume
I hate you
And I hope you die in that costume
I hate you
I hate you
I, I
I hate the way you
Try to be someone you're not
I thank you
I thank you
I, I
I'm thankful for the old you,
the person you shot
I still remember who you was
I guess that person wasn't you
Meeting new people really sucks
Everyone dies in a costume